Browney, My Dark-Brown DMs

This is my new, fourth pair of Doc Marten's. I didn't buy it; Cousin Mike's friend Reynil gave it to me several weeks ago.

Reynil has always been the jolly and gregarious one. He never fails to greet his friends with an infectious smile and a childlike compliment. One day, noticing the pink DMs I was wearing, he said that he too had a pair of Doc Marten's boots but that he rarely wore it anymore so he wanted to give it to me. He even said that his pair was not as dazzling as my pink one, but that it was slightly used.

Dazzling or not, slightly used or worn out, of course his DMs excited me much. As I said, I have a great affection for Doc Marten's shoes.

One February night, Reynil and his wife, Arlene, dropped by at the house. As usual, Reynil's blithesome face greeted everyone; then, as he saw me, he uttered, "Hey, aLfie, here's the shoes I was telling you about...."

Of course, I couldn't suppress my delight as I took the dark-brown pair of Doc Marten's from him. I thanked Reynil profusely.

I was not too expectant, but I was glad he kept his promise.