Monday

Mercury Vapor

She danced her way around the questions, her clean hands took no blame. The effortless zing of her ready smile disarmed all but the most cynical. Childlike simplicity grew her wings and she used them well to escape the humdrum and fly high above the every day. Despite all the cluttered corners her windows sparkled and let in the light. It fed his fascination with this woman who felt like mercury cupped in the palm of his hand.

4 comments:

Val said...

I think we all wish someone would be fascinated enough with us to think we are like quick silver. This was a beautiful and is perfect to follow on the heels of the bells in the right note. Yep, you are an alchemist. :)

Singer said...

Thanks Val. ;)

Anonymous said...

Wow all I can say is that you are a great writer! Where can I contact you if I want to hire you?

Singer said...

anonymous, thank you. ;)
My email address is at the bottom of the side bar.