Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Thirty-Two

Although the peacock feather fan was old it was as glorious as the day it left Constantinopolis in the baggage of a queen.

Beauty cared not that fans were thought unfashionable. She set fashion, and the swishing feathers perfectly expressed her moods. A jealous hand came over her shoulder and snatched the pretty thing, throwing it pettishly towards the roaring log fire. 

But somehow it fell short and a handsome gentleman returned it with a bow and a smile.

She whose hand sought destruction felt as though she had grasped both fire and ice. Her palm bore the cicatrise forever…

©️jj 2018

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