True Beauty

She arched her back and shook her blonde silky hair, putting on a show for the paparazzi lining the shore. As her manicured hands rubbed in more sun lotion, she wondered whether they would notice the fake engagement ring. She stretched out smugly on the yacht’s sundeck, knowing she was the most beautiful creature here.

Beneath the surface, a carnival was taking place. Large neon fish chased smaller ones into the dancing coral, while sea anemones waved their brightly-coloured skirts in the whirling currents. All of them went about their lives, unaware that they were in the presence of such beauty.

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4 Responses to True Beauty

  1. Excellent. The TRUE beauty was beneath the surface. A very clever take on the prompt. Love it!

  2. deanabo says:

    Terrific imagery! Great writing.

  3. Mayumi-H says:

    I definitely enjoy the irony in this one – how are measurements and assessments of beauty can often be mistaken, or at least unaware of what’s around us. Great juxtaposition of both worlds. The description is subtle but so natural. Lovely! 🙂

  4. Great take on the prompt. Love the way your word it that the sea life are ‘unaware they are in the presence of such beauty,’ when (at least to me) it’s more the reverse. Does she know what beauty lies beneath? And what lies beneath her surface..? Anything..? Hmmm…

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