Dynasia's A

“Lynora you dicey strawberry it’s such perfection to run into you here, in our little courtyard dear.”

"Oh Hello, Dynasia. Nice to see you too."

"Have you seen Marque in 20B? Botched Botox and the poor dear has no clue."

"No, no. I'm sorry I hadn't noticed."

"Oh, I see. That's right you're always off here, there and everywhere. I see you're in a hurry now. No wonder your other half is seeking solace in someone less career focused."

"Excuse me?"

"CaliLee in 23C. They sip a lot of wine together to pass the time."

"I'm aware. Now I really must run."

"Of course you do dear. No time for us here. You go and conquer the.. what is it, the business world, retail world, literary world. Whatever world it is, go dear, have fun!"

"Environmental engineering world Dynasia. You of all people know exactly what I do. There isn't a coming or going within your eye range that gets past you!"

"Have you taken ill Lynora? I sense such sickness in your tone. Maybe you should save less of the world and stay more at home."

"My husband loves me Dynasia. We are happily married. We communicate. We have a sex life. He is happy that I am his wife. We have trust, we have lust. We are in love. I am sorry that all of the above, does not pertain to you. We all know about the scarlet letter that you wear, but none of us care. But we do care that you gossip and stare. It's rude. Now I am done, I have to go."

Stunned and scornful Dynasia stood with a chill. She thought, "nothing is what you know". It was always a perfectly timed essence that masked and smeared the smile that Dynasia would twist the corner of her left lip into. Dripping slow drops of her dramatically poised presence Dynasia would always try to belittle the tall and whittle down smaller the small, it was her self-treasured self-nurtured gift. She had a wickedly delightful stance that would catch every passing glance as she walked 5 foot tall against them all.

Many have compared her to a Thanksgiving turkey because she dons such a graceful face. However, when she would get mad it was evident she was baking; for her golden brown complexion would rise to a burnt charcoal red expression that smoldered under fluttering eyes and dry lies.

Dynasia also kept a lovely pace while moving, just fast enough to not keep up and just slow enough that when you turned around she was gone, gone, gone. Crazy cat this depressingly never blue lady was. She kindly watched over all of us from the slit in her bedroom blinds or over the top of her sunglass rims.

Dynasia was truly Oscar-worthy as she never let her public down. We would test our theories with every encounter, clearly never surprised by her sparkling uncaring eyes.

“I care for all of you darlings. No one has your spineless backs like me. I keep an eye out for anything out of place.” said her perfected denial and left-sided smile.

It’s a screaming conscience that directs her daily dysfunctions; a paranoid assumption fueled by guilt and illuminated by the A. A constant need to drown her inner voice. Ignore that once thought out selfish choice.

Dynasia wears a self-induced crest on the left side of her chest. A love affair, not hers to keep. He turned and walked away, back from whence he came. Never had he meant to stay. Always she felt to blame. It was a love affair now of ended scarlet sowing that she internally, eternally reaps from the horrible knowing. The haunting disappointment, the loneliness, and shattered pride all burn her on the inside. Dynasia is consumed with the thought she wasn't and isn't good enough, not pretty enough, not loving enough, simply not enough.

No matter though, as another sunny day will always show. Producing more business of others that she must know.