The Truth About PearlsA Poem by FotisThough Marcy was a shrewd and lovely girl she never knew the truth about her dad. She suspected, sure, as daughters do. Vlad, her father’s oldest son, once joked, “That pearl brooch he gave you on your Saint’s Day, you twirl it through your hair like a charm to keep out bad thoughts.” One day Marcy saw a paper ad peddling a similar pearl brooch pin curl. She walked the seven minutes from her home to the store and asked to see the item. Hard and trembling her fingertips brushed against the wet curl on her head to comb the treasure from her brow. She compared them: the fake and the real, each grainy to the tooth. © 2013 Fotis |
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Added on July 30, 2013 Last Updated on July 31, 2013 Author
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