So I'm completely new here, and wondering if I have any scrap of talent at this. Below is most definitely a first draft (I haven't even edited it yet) but I'm posting to gain first impressions and any/all perspective.
Anyway… thanks for reading! PM me if you'd like to speak privately. Otherwise, I look forward to reading your comments.
She walked into her apartment hours after sunset and switched on the lights. Finishing a email on her phone in her right hand, she stopped to place down her bag and lifted her left leg let up behind her to remover her shoe. The other shoe came off immediately after pressing the send button, and was thrown in the corner along with her bag. She hated her feet, she always had. No amount of pedicures could cure their awkward shape, she thought, and she hated the way that they never fit in any of her shoes. She took herself into her kitchen and unbuttoned the top button on her blouse as she reached for the bottle of wine she opened last night and poured the last few drops. After uncorking another bottle and venturing into the living room, she sat down on the couch and gazed out onto the city.