#29 Jilly’s Angel

by Ann Carranza

The opening at the Smithson Galleria was the biggest event in Windsor this Wednesday evening. The title of the show: Abstract Vision. The multimedia presentation, attractively displayed in a hodgepodge of ceramic, oil, acrylics and glass, imbues the small gallery with vibrancy and light. Jilly wanders through.

She smiles at the effusive 50-something blonde standing at the next wall display, though the woman’s wildly gesturing arms and loud voice make her cringe.

She’s just having a good time, Jilly thinks as she moves on.

She grasps her wine glass tightly. Though it’s been years since the bloody beating nearly took her life, she sometimes feels light-headed, as if her consciousness is floating away on gossamer wings. She worries about brain damage.

Suddenly, she’s standing in front oil painting that takes her breath away. She sees herself in the painting—that gossamer avenging angel right in the middle with upraised wings. The image is so faint Jilly would have missed it if it didn’t reach out to her. The blue splashes change to red in her mind as she imagines the thick blood flowing as she stands in front of a mirror.

That long-ago night, she wanted to be that avenging angel, of course, and while Wilson deserved to die he’d only been hauled off to jail. He didn’t stay there long, either.

Today, she read the news in the Press Democrat—Wilson had been killed by a hit and run driver. Jilly feels only relief.

4 comments:

Sam Knight said...

I like your imagery, your setting, and how you pull us into the past, but I got a little lost in the middle. Was she the victim or the rescuer? She suffered trauma, but caught the bad guy? I wasn't sure, but it intrigued me.

Ann Carranza said...

Thank you, Sam.

She was both the victim and her own rescuer.

JRVogt said...

I like the detail in this scene and how it evokes both her pain and relief.

Laura Howe said...

Nice tie of the past to the present with the "though the woman's wildly gesturing arms and loud voice make her cringe" reference to her past attack (before we read there was one) and her reassurance to herself in the next line.
One correction, in the line that starts "Suddenly,": You're missing two words "of an" between 'front' and 'oil'