Sophia doodles.
Jagged hearts pierced by angry daggers.
She is fast running out of the circular coasters.
Whose flip sides tell deliciously dark stories.
Fractured verse.
Dysfunctional lyrics bound together.
Wrists tied.
Lust.
Crawling slowly.
Kneeling on the cold marble floor.
The sanctuary of lost love.
Waiting to be found.
Deep within this mini exhibition.
Coveted and collected.
By fans of the Artist Girl.
Who secretly hides.
Craving dark.
In her melancholy world.
'What's a Girl to Do?' by Bat For Lashes, starts playing.
It doesn't help.
Sophia slams down her exhausted pen.
She glares at Velvet.
A blinding blue flash of exploding fury.
"You never told me you were in Amsterdam", she hisses.
She is dead right.
He had stood her up.
To rendezvous with Gamma and Miss Fly.
Sworn to secrecy.
Honour among thieves.
"I'm sorry", he replies. "Shall I continue with the story?"
Sophia nods silently.
As the burlesque diva Miss Scarlett Silver zigzags through the crowd.
Leaving in her wake wide-eyed devotees.
Clutching pens and torn scraps of paper.
Autograph junkies.
Camera flashes fire from all directions.
Scarlett beams a wicked smile back.
Captured and immortalised.
By a hundred lightening strikes.
A strobe effect that sets off a pirouetting patron.
The French Bulldogs bark laughter.
As he collapses to the ground.
Rolling around in an epileptic fit.
Sophia ignores the writhing spectacle.
"What happens next, Velv?" She mutters under her breath.
Furtive fingers flipping over another coaster.
The pen starts to scribble again.
She has a habit of drawing during awkward moments.
YOU ARE READING
Zana
RomanceA dark, modern fairytale with a touch of burlesque, magic and mischief.
