Woman in blue

She wore a dress of celestial blue the first time they met. For years, whenever he thought of her, he imagined her in that blue silk dress. The look on her face when their eyes first met, the leap in his throat, the sense that this woman would change his life forever – those sensations stayed fixed in his mind and he had only to close his eyes to bring back the image. When . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Woman in blue”

  1. Brilliant blue with shades of grey, her eyes could not help but be noticed. She sang with passion and danced through songs of life with a grateful flow. She strengthened her family through unexpected deaths to newborn lives. I picture Mom clearly in her silken blue dress as she danced at my wedding, and in her favorite blue sweater as she cradled her grandchildren. I see her hooked to beeping machines, the blue veins in her hands more vibrant than the blue in her frightened confused eyes.

  2. The presence of this woman is meaningless. The shape of her head is meaningless. The deep magenta of her lips is meaningless. Even her gait and style are meaningless. It is the soul we’re interested in. No bright hues here. Just a battered mask of black and armor of blue.

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