by Carl E. Mullin ©2020
Her marble eyes were blank and kind. Her smile serene. Leaves collected on her head and she minded them not.
A calfskin-gloved hand reached out to her head. The slender fingers brushed away the decaying leaves and pollen. With a quiet gentleness, they touched the left side of her face. They traced down the carved lines of her long hair, reaching back over her ear. With the back of gloved fingers, the owner caressed her broad cheekbones with a slow longing. Her lips the fingers explored with fond remembrance. A kiss on the fingers. A kiss the fingers pressed on the lips.
The owner left.
Her smile remained serene, her marble eyes blank and kind.
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