Blue Sapphire
“Blue Sapphire”, 12” x 12” colored pencil on paper © 2020 by Chas Wyatt
She wore a faded denim jacket with a single blue rose embroidered on the back. Her dark raven tresses hung down covering her face, peek-a-boo style like a Brunette Veronica Lake. I could tell from the black tank top protruding from underneath her jacket that she had an aversion to bras.
Her jeans clung to the curvature of her figure like an Anaconda coiling around the branches of a tree. The aroma that wafted through the air as she passed was an intoxicating and seductive mixture of opium and jasmine. On her feet she wore black velvet high heels adorned with bows and a single blue sapphire centered on each one. Shoes! How could I notice her shoes?
Maybe it was the clicking they made on the hardwood floors as she sashayed down the corridor. As she got to the end of the hall and opened the door, a gust of wind blew the first leaves of autumn into the building. There was a torrential downpour outside. She took one step — and disappeared,
devoured by the rain.
(audio narration courtesy of The Garrulous Glaswegian)