Rebecca Mann

Scarlet Love

Scarlet Love The rain danced on top the tin overhang. Ting. Ting. Ting. Muffled sounds of the street beckon through the apartment window. I have lived here for 40 years. She was just a young girl in love when I first perched her shoulder. Now she is there, in the chair with eyes that no longer can see my colors. Love has long gone but it’s absence has not taken the gentleness from her hand.