He mentions only the opulent red lace on her garter,
forgetting its cluster of violet ribbons. Their intricate
knots unraveling as she ascended the tiny staircase.
She remembers that year for its lengthy periods of
mourning. Her elaborate displays of miniature
portraits and lifeless clocks.
Thus his presentation of the bracelet, with its dark
green ornaments and lock of tangled hair, seemed
unusual, even mythical.
Now the century as gilded. As a field of blue lilies.
She kept the bracelet in a locked drawer to preserve
its luster. The silver chain tarnishing on a red velvet
The violet ribbon on her garter was dyed black at
the end of the season. Only then did she consider
the gradual change in her attire. Its darkening lace
and starched taffeta sleeves.
In the winter months, lilies continue to bloom under
glass. Her insatiable interest in hermetic methods of