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The Sapphire Ring: Part Four
by Christopher Wilkinson
2006-11-16 00:12:39 |
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| CLICK HERE TO READ PART THREE She found herself alone in the lady’s room. A relief. She walked across the carpet to the basin. Without looking up, she drew water and lifted it to her face. Again and again she washed her tired eyes, felt the water cleanse deep into her skin. Then she looked up into the mirror. She reached for a towel and dried her face as she began to look at it, at the face in the mirror.
She was beautiful. It took a moment to notice that her blouse was missing. She looked, to herself, like a painting on the wall. But her eyes were drawn into those eyes, those eyes that sparkled like diamonds with a million facets. She stared into those eyes, hypnotized and quietly sinking into their depths. Without thinking she twisted the sapphire ring she wore on her hand. The stone was now on her palm-side. Her mind floated in the diamond eyes of the girl in the mirror; she put both of her palms right onto the glass.
The sapphire joined with the mirror. She was looking through those eyes, those eyes with a million facets. And what she saw was a million faces, all looking at her. They looked at her, but they did not see her. She slowly understood that every face was looking into the mirror, and every eye was looking for something.
Many look for what they hope to see. Many look for imperfections in their own appearance. Many look with hopes and dreams, wishing to be loved, hoping to attract the eye of another, praying that what the mirror shows will be pleasing. None now were looking for the girl behind the looking glass. She was looking at all of them. She understood them and was one with them. Something told her to remove her hands and leave the mirror, but she held on. She scanned the face, the heart, the spirit of all those souls. She became one, for a very long instant, with the kaleidoscope of every woman’s heart.
She slowly took her hands off the mirror. She looked at her own face. She saw it as a woman standing before a basin looking at herself, and she saw it through the eyes of the girl in the mirror. She saw her reflection, and her reflection saw her.
She was not confused. She understood that she was somehow at the center of a vast crystalline matrix of spiritual beings, beings tied by light and sound. And all she had to do was carry on.
She turned away from the mirror and walked out of the theater. As she watched people on the sidewalk, people running across the street, watched the cars and trains noisily make their way along the avenue, she decided to sit down. She walked over to a sidewalk café and ordered a coffee.
While waiting for the coffee, she opened her purse. There was a wallet, a few letters, an address book, a hairbrush, and other knick-knacks. When she saw the hairbrush she reached up and felt her hair. It was held back by a broach. She took the broach off and brushed her hair out. The broach had a line of pearls, pearls that matched the one she had on her necklace. A few strands of hair fell on top of the table, reminding her that she was blond. Her neck felt tight, so she opened the top two buttons, and pulled the collar down. She laughed inside at the memory of her naked self in the mirror.
The coffee came. She sipped it as she studied her identity. She was, in many ways, the same woman who so recently had been running to a meeting and been somehow seduced into the world of the looking glass by a mirror on the road. She toyed with the sapphire ring, looking into it and holding it up to the sun light. Everything seemed very normal. She opened the wallet to find her I.D.
PART FIVE COMING SOON...
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