The Lady in Green
She pursed tiny skittish lips, painted scarlet to join rebellious forces with her luxurious auburn hair. White gloves cloaked the lady's long curved fingers--one could imagine screeching red nails under the cloth; and she wore a green satin dress, shining, shimmering, wrapping the girl in sumptuous folds that insisted, nonetheless, on clinging to her curves. With one shoulder laid bare in defiance, a wide-brimmed hat bellowed her uniqueness to the world. In quiet contrast, it shadowed half her face. But when one eye peeked out, it shot tragic bullets. Read more.