Red nymph

By Vasiliki Politi

Her dark cherry red hair shining in the sun. A smile radiating safety to everyone around her. A heart willing to give all its power to anyone in need. A human embodiment of Nabokov’s pure nymph. A mortal resemblance to the beautiful Annabelle Lee. Their fates alike.

From the corner of my eye the flash of her hair warms my heart, she stands befriending the strangers approaching her. She seems like an angel but I get a glimpseof her pocketknife ready to attack. The perfect balance of her personality. Oh, to smell her hair, her breath to tingle in my ear.

My eyes focus on her, the background blurry, unnecessary. This night she leaves alone but reaches another destination. A cigarette in one hand and in the other her shiny companion walking the dark roads. She finds a bridge on top of a river and throws it into the abyss.