The Unattainable Heart of the Rose

I attended Eugene’s Art Walk last night. At the New Zone Gallery, in walked a Bohemian Pre-Raphaelite vision. She looked like the model for Edward Burnes-Jones ‘Briar Rose’.  Around her waist and covering her derriere, was a mantle of sorts, whereon were fashioned roses twisted into the sweater-like material.

“You’re a very heavily textured person. I love everything your wearing, especially the rose shawl.”

I wanted to say ‘Fanny Shawl’.

“Where did you get it?” I asked.

“At the Belly Dancer Convention! she answered brightly.

“No you didn’t. You are lying!”

“Yes I did. I’m a Belly Dancer!”

“Why are you doing this to me? Do you know Caroline Quinn? I came to see her work. She’s a dancer. Do you know her?”

“I have heard of her. I’m a Quinn! My people come from England.” she proudly announced.

“Stop it! You’re a Jinn, come to take me back to the…