Lessons on Blue
They talked about the necklace the next morning. She was the only one with sapphires around her neck and they watched it be brilliant blue wishing for it to tumble down the hills and be lost forever in a gorge back to the earth it came from. But it couldn’t be separated from her neck. The gems shined brighter and brighter as they night sank. They talked to her face with the keen brown eyes but it went to her neck again and again until she was safe to leave the conversation because they only saw their blue reflections. She left and they called her rude, a charlatan, someone who thought too highly of herself. They talked among themselves when their selves were poisoned enough. They went to her house the next morning, angry, belting hymns taught during school assemblies. But she was gone. They found the sapphires in the bed, painstakingly pronged open, dim in the light.