100 word challenge - Darcey

Petrova was dead. She had been dancing her solo when the lighting bar crashed onto the stage. Her mother wept bitterly, shutting Petrova's ballet shoes into the creaky shed at the bottom of the garden - looking at them pained her. She trudged mournfully back to the house through the howling wind and rain, averting her eyes from her daughter's rocking swing… 
Many moons rose and fell over the shed until it, along with the house, had been sold. As Petrova's mother retrieved the garden tools the sorrowful shoes caught her eye. They weren't moth eaten, faded or mouldy - they were black!