Vignette #1- Life's Brief Reflection

I like stretching my writing skills now and then by writing Vignettes. I'm a bit rusty, so it's time I knocked it off and started really putting forth some effort again. I miss creative writing more than I realized. It's a little like forgetting to breathe until you find you're gasping for breath.

vignette  (vɪˈnjɛt)
— n
1.	a small illustration placed at the beginning or end of a book or chapter
2.	a short graceful literary essay or sketch
3.	a photograph, drawing, etc, with edges that are shaded off
4.	architect  a carved ornamentation that has a design based upon tendrils, leaves, etc
5.	any small endearing scene, view, picture, etc

Vignette #1 - Life's Brief Reflection

 The room was palely lit and anemic in color save for one woman softly wrapped in crimson velvet. All else about her seemed dim, dingy, and faded as if by decree that she, and only she, should shine. Her lips shimmered in nearly the same crimson as her dress and her eyes were as cool ash surrounded by dark feathery lashes. Even the sounds of the party dared not touch her for fear of causing offense. All else, save for her were but fractured and imperfect mirrors by which she was merely a bare reflection within.

"It is sad," these fragments whispered.

"She was lovely--too lovely," they would say.

"Too young by far," came the flat and faceless words echoing and falling limply against the curtained walls.

"We shall miss her," nodded these broken things with their empty platitudes.

She blinks but twice as the voices fade. She turns attempting to put faces and names in her memory, then shatters into starlight that flies free returning once more to the boundless heavens.