TCFootography

The sight of Jenny’s huge dirty sole was both mesmerizing and frightening to Jasmin; it was very delicately shaped, with long shapely toes, mirroring the beauty from the top; yet its immense size accentuated the brute force potential behind it. The fact that it was moving towards her, growing bigger and bigger, blotting out the sky, and rendering everything around her dark, sent a cold shiver down her spine.

Jasmin’s hands went cold; her heart beat faster and faster; her senses became clear. She was ready to run; ready to escape impending doom from high above; ready to save her own life.

Just when Jasmin was about to leap into a sprint, she stopped. Along with her senses, her mind had become clear and focused as well. Even if she miraculously escaped Jenny’s giant descending foot, she’d still not be fast enough to outrun Jenny’s other foot. Jenny had already shown that she meant business. There was no escaping her.

Though her heart was telling her to run for her life, Jasmin stayed put. As everything and everyone around her had been cast into darkness, and the air pressure was rapidly climbing due to the massive foot above displacing air under it, she closed her eyes. She had accepted her fate.

“Lay it on me, big sis!” she shouted.

Jenny’s foot touched down and there was a loud boom.

And then there was just silence.

* * * * *

The morning before the events in downtown, Jenny had knocked on the bathroom door; she had known that her little sister had been inside getting ready.

“Jasmin,” she said. “Are you decent? I just have to use the bathroom real quick.”

“Yeah, come on in,” her little sister’s voice behind the door returned.

“Good morning, Jasmin,” she greeted Jasmin after she had entered the bathroom. “Sorry for barging in like that…” she said.

Jasmin stood in front of the mirror combing her long blonde hair. She turned her head towards Jenny while her hands continued their work on her hair.

“Yeah, yeah, good morning,” she muttered, her eyes focused on herself in the mirror.

You really aren’t a morning person, Jenny thought as she walked past Jasmin. She pulled down her pajama pants and sat on the toilet.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jasmin said, still facing her.

Jenny felt Jasmin’s eyes linger on her for a while. Why are you looking at me? she thought. Then she noticed that Jasmin’s eyes wandered off south. Feeling really uncomfortable, Jenny put her knees together.

“Dude, do you mind?” she barked. “This isn’t what mom and dad had in mind when they told us to share this bathroom with each other…”

Jasmin averted her eyes from her big sister and concentrated on her hair and on her mirror image again. She laughed.

“I’m sure it isn’t—and I wasn’t looking down there!” she said. “I was just checking out your toes.”

My toes—here we go again! Jenny had told her about her new boyfriend and his fancies; he had a foot fetish, and was totally into Jenny's feet—which she found very cute about him. Jasmin had clearly shown her disapproval about that whenever the topic had come up.

“I just don’t see what all the fuss is about…” Jasmin said arrogantly.

Well this is new, Jenny thought. “You know men are like that; some like boobs; some like butts; heck, some even like big butts! And some just like feet, I guess.”

“Sure…”

Jenny had always thought that her little sister was a bit jealous that she had a boyfriend; Jasmin’s disproving or making fun of him was a clear sign for Jenny. She couldn’t understand why Jasmin couldn’t be happy for her for once.

It wasn’t like Jasmin couldn’t get a boyfriend. Jenny found her little sister very attractive, more so than herself; Jasmin always wore beautiful feminine outfits to accentuate her tall and slim figure. She always seemed to have a way with men; they always enjoyed being around her. And yet she was single; she had dumped her previous boyfriend last week, for no good reason.

Jenny looked down at her toes poking out from under her pajama pants. The dark purple toenails were in stark contrast to the white floor tiles. She had put on the nail polish last night after talking to Christian, her boyfriend, for half an hour on the phone. He had told her that it was his favorite nail polish color besides plain white. She couldn’t help but smile; she was so fond of talking to him, even if it was just on the phone.

Jasmin approached her and placed her right bare foot next to Jenny’s feet. She grinned.

“Check it out. We practically have the same feet, don’t you think?” she asked.

Jenny studied her sister’s bare foot. The long toes were gifted with long, evenly shaped toe nail beds; the toes were, according to Christian, tapered, which meant that the big toe was the biggest of them all; the foot itself was narrow, though not skinny at the same time. She couldn’t help but notice the slightly worn off white toenail polish; even if it isn’t fresh anymore, it still looked pretty.

Just now did she realize that she hadn’t really seen her little sister’s feet before. Of course she had seen her barefoot on a few occasions. But she couldn’t say she looked directly at them per se. Or in any case, she had never compared them to hers.

A sudden feeling of unease overcame her. Christian is so into my feet. What’s to say he wouldn’t be into Jasmin’s? Her uneasiness turned into anxiety mixed with a shot of jealousy.

With good reason.

Jasmin had snatched a few of Jenny’s boyfriends in the past, willingly and unwillingly. Jenny always blamed her little sister’s better looks and fun, young character; Jenny was only two years older, but it felt like more to her. And up until now, she had thought that she at least had the advantage foot wise. Which, it turned out, wasn’t true: her little sister’s feet were just as pretty; they could even be prettier if Jasmin gave them as much attention as Jenny did.

Jenny looked up at Jasmin. “They do look very similar,” she confessed. “I can’t believe I’ve never noticed before…”

Jasmin laughed. “So you’re saying your freak of a boyfriend would dig them too?”

“I guess…” Jenny sighed.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” Jasmin quipped. “Your BF is cute, but not that cute! The freak’s all yours.”

Though that last part about her boyfriend was out of the line, Jenny could feel her anxiety fading away.

She felt like she was somehow obligated to retort back, to give her little sister a piece of her mind, but as always she chose the high road. I’m not gonna satisfy your inner bitch by getting into an argument with you! Plus, she had done what she had come to do. So she stood up, pulled up her pants, and flushed.

Jasmin turned around, took one last glance in the mirror, and, satisfied with her looks, strode towards the door.

“Bathroom’s all yours, big sis,” she said and left.

Jennifer went on to get ready for the rest of the day.

After that she went to her room to get her bag. She noticed her cell phone lying on her desk; she didn’t remember leaving it there. She put it back in her bag and left for class.

* * * * *

Jasmin opened her eyes. Her sight was blurry; she could hardly make out forms, and everything was spinning. Her head was aching as if she had been beaten with a baseball bat. She realized she was lying on her back; she had to have fallen really hard.

Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Or Hell even?

As if to answer, she heard a loud, booming voice from above. It was female.

“I don’t believe it!” it said.

Then the ground beneath her started trembling. When it stopped, she was cast in darkness. Then her body was lifted into the air. She felt a strong pressure on her whole body, as if being wrapped in a warm, leathery blanket. She couldn’t move.

After a while the pressure disappeared, and the light returned. She could move again.

Her head didn’t hurt as much as it had done before, and her eyesight was a lot better now; it was still a little blurry, but at least she could make out forms now. She could see a very large object in front of her. It blew out air in a regular rhythm; it was warm, and it had a strangely familiar smell.

That’s so weird! It kind of smells minty… Oh my God!

She rubbed her eyes with both her hands and looked again. What she saw was so hard to comprehend. It was so large, but at the same time very familiar; it was so surreal.

It was her big sister’s giant face looking down at her.

“I’m not dead?” she muttered.

The giant eyes and mouth went from a state of wonderment to a smile.

“Damn straight, lil’ sis,” Jenny said with her booming voice. “Not yet anyway…”