The Perfume Bottle
it …
was his favorite
a tiny, round, delicate bottle
its solid color such a dark blue that it
was almost opaque
but from where she sat on
the end of the bed,
the rising sun had peeked thru louvers
and focused one single ray upon it
morphing the deep navy blue to
a shimmering tanzanite
the little gold screw-cap now a tiny crown
and the whole thing like
a magic talisman -
“Je Reviens” the label reminded …
she reached out, grabbed it off the desk
and flung it hatefully at the wall
it broke with a glassy cry, spattering aroma …
she stood, smiled, and walked out of the apartment
their love shattered … with the bottle.
* For “The Perfume Bottle” Contest, Craig Cornish Judge & Sponsor. *
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