
His pulse had warned himHours ago.Now she stood,Indignant in indigo,Mingling, dazzling,Romancing the slither of sapphiresConcealing her bruised heartWith a vermilion fingernail.Champagne and charm concealed her aqua gazeTrained on the doorway.She stepped forward.Suddenly, he knew.He slid from the barstool.Hurled insults and vodka ice down an unsuspecting cleavage.Pandemonium.She ran.He nursed a bloody nose.Closed his eyes.Exhaled relief.Once again, she was safe.
Published on June 29, 2024 03:29