It always surprised her to hear people describe her as calm and sensible; she wasn't a bit, and she knew it. But she cultivated it; oh, how she cultivated it. Inside, her temper slashed and burned; she raged against injustice, and wiped out legions with her fury. This battle did not show not on her face; her lips hinted at a smile, always, and her brow was still smooth, even at her age. Her shoulders were relaxed and her stride easy; her voice well modulated and pleasant.
But her eyes gave her away; they flashed with the fire that never left her heart.
© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Gold, gold-filled, sterling silver, Mexican fire opal in matrix. Hand fabricated.