Isa Briones Feet Novels & Stories

"Ma’am, inisip kong makatutulong ang presensya ng matalik mong kaibigan para gumaan ang pakiramdam mo kaya nakiusap ako kay Ginoong Moonroe na dalhin siya rito." Nagpasalamat ang tingin ni Asbie sa kanya. "Salamat." Ilang sandali lang, bumukas ang pinto, at dali-daling pumasok si Arizona, namutla ang mukha nang makita si Asbie na nakahiga nang walang lakas, nakakabit ang dextrose sa kanyang braso.

I smelled the sour stench coming off it and forced it down even as I gagged. I had tried looking for work, but there was nothing I could do with my injured legs. I could not even manage the simplest manual labor. With no other choice, I could only beg for money with that old man and sleep under a bridge to stay warm. Fortunately, I still had the old homeless man with me. But one night, he came down with a high fever. I panicked and wanted to take him to the hospital, but every driver who passed refused to let us in once they saw what we looked like. Looking at his feverish face, I hated my useless legs for the first time.

Betty could only stand at the side, with one foot stepping on the cold stone floor, waiting for Bryson to get her shoes for her. Bryson skillfully whipped out her shoes, and just as Betty was about to squat down to put on her shoes, she saw Bryson squat down below her feet, reaching out his hands to grab her jade feet that were on the floor. Betty was unable to stand steadily, and had no choice but to hold onto his shoulder. Then, in her shock, Bryson took her foot and used his palm to stroke her foot to clear the fine sand at the bottom of her foot. After that, he helped her put on her shoes and buckled it up.