[Scar]

“The Girl Who Cried….”

Firle
She retreated to her familiar place to meet a familiar face.
It calmed her. The bronze curtain stopped the villains in place
“Am I silly?” She waited for a response. A long pause indicating..
Something was wrong. Odd, she’s not one to NOT know what to say
“Are you ok?” Still nothing. Confused, she opened to curtains “the deluge of the day,
You know, I’m glad I’m not amongst them. My own room is ok”
A quarter turn, “wouldn’t you say? Oh god, Adeline, stop the charade?!”
Her blouse, a grayish, earthy tone, peppered with day-old coffee stains
She observed the lowly-hung scalloped neckline, “it gets lower every year.
Leonard bought me it on our second date. We went boating near the pier.
It was too much. You know me, Adeline, I’m not much for extravagance”
“Tell me something, Virginia, why do you tolerate this man, again?”
She smiled. “I’m afraid you’ve gravely miscalculated our dynamic.
Who is really tolerating whom, Addy? That there is your answer.
Oh nice of you to speak again, by the way. You’ve been quite unbearable”
“I’m sorry for my absence but there are things I just can’t share with you”
She stared at her for a few moments. There’s an aesthetic to a women’s jawline
The contour, the climb; ebb and flow, an ascending and descending soft cline ..

Dinner was a course of haddock and parsley with an offering of wine
Beside her, a wall portrait of her and Leonard courting a smile

“That was at the River Ouse. I miss the music and boats”
“We’ll visit soon. Until then, It’s nice to have a room of our own.”

A.V.Woolf
01/25/1888 - 03/28/1941