Lines of Symmetry

     With all but her mouth draped in silken shadows, she whispered, "Follow the lines of symmetry through your imagination, my love, and along the way you will discover balance, clarity, and purpose."

     She smiled.

     I reached out to touch her cheek and she became the tendrils of smoke rising from the candle on my desk.

    A tear splashed into the candle's pool of shimmering liquid wax — and was no more.

Dedicated to my wife, for her inspiration and for never turning into tendrils of smoke.

© Copyright 2011 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

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