No Shoes

With a quick snap of your fingers you watch as her shoes evaporate into nothingness.

Megan hunts around the back end of the store in her socks, cursing under her breath. "Okay, how the hell did I loose my shoes?" she moans to herself, glancing at the clock again. The store opens in twenty minutes and the journey home and back would take her nearly fifteen. If she's going to make it home for a fresh pair of jeans she'll have to go now.