She gazes down with half closed eyes and a knowing look, suggestive of a secret shared between us alone. Her titian beauty captivates me all over again. Every day I come, and every day I return her hungry look with one of longing. She whispers words of love in the silence between the clicking heels and murmered comments of other visitors.
And now I sense someone beside me. I turn to see a beautiful woman, looking up at the painting.
”It flatters me, don’t you think?” she says.
”It certainly does,” I reply.
I walk away, never to return.
© Jane Paterson Basil