Sometimes a smell, a sound, a taste, or an object can drag up memories… the smell of lilacs drags me back to my old room. In summer time, the window would be wide open; I’m getting ready for bed, the smell of lilacs from the tree outside my bedroom window permeating the room. Whenever I see daisies, I remember the birthday cake my mom baked one year, decorated with fresh daisies.
In Michael’s case, a pair of pink stilettos drags him back to when he was just a teenager.
What follows is the story of how Michael met … oh, you’ll just need to read it yourself to find out.
I usually don’t read short stories; I prefer full-length novels as they allow me to get to know the characters better. However, the title of this story grabbed me. Its hooks firmly embedded in my brain, I started reading and didn’t stop until the final sentence in the last paragraph was concluded. And I enjoyed every minute of it.
Although Michael –whose memories we relive– is very much an adult, the bulk of the story is set when he is 18 and I think that adults (be they ‘young’, ‘new’, or otherwise) will enjoy this story indiscriminately.
His Prince Wore Pink Stilettos, by Julie Lynn Hayes, might not be the most challenging read you will ever find but it is a very sweet love story and I would urge you to get your copy. As a matter of fact, if this story doesn’t cause a chuckle to fall from your lips and doesn’t bring a tear to your eyes, I will personally refund your purchase. It really is that impactful. I just wish it was longer, much longer, because I want to know what happened.