Concepcion Vidal

_____________________________________________________________________________ | A woman in her mid-thirties poses on a stone balustrade, high above the city. | Behind her, the darkened city spreads beneath the heavy cover of night skies. | Rather than stand formally she sits on the rail, body turned toward one side. | One leg extends elegantly toward the floor while the other bends at the knee. | Her left hand braces beside her, while her right hand rests across her thigh. | Her head turns toward the viewer, giving that haggard, unsettling stare back. | | | | | This is a sloe-eyed brunette sculpted like an hourglass in her mid-thirties with D cup breasts. | She is 5’6″ and has a complexion of smooth light olive, a long fall of coffee-coloured hair, and brown eyes. | You can see her face, neck, top of her breasts, and hands. | | | | Nothing about her hair, clothing, skin, nor immaculate nails seems neglected. | Meticulous care attends them all, yet she remains visibly worn and exhausted. | Considerable effort never quite achieves the effect that it rightly ought to. | Feature and expression sit in discord, suggesting something is somehow amiss.. | Olive is her skin, though fatigue has presently rendered her complexion pale. | Over her shoulders pours hair dark as coffee, or rich earth dampened by rain. | In rich abundance, its dark lengths flow downward until they reach her waist.. | Large almond-shaped eyes of deep espresso are framed by abundant dark lashes. | Those sleepless eyes are haggard, with a hollowness conspicuous beneath them. | Again, something seems amiss; sometimes, her dark eyes are startlingly lucid. | At others, they seem strangely remote, even lost, their focus wandering afar. | No outward cause explains the strange, swift lapses that seize her attention.. | Mildly aquiline, her nose rises high at the bridge then takes a subtle curve. | Its tip inclines toward the nadir; something proud and severe dwells therein. | Her mouth is much softer, full lips richly curved beneath a fine Cupid’s bow. | Yet habitual tension mars it, pressing them shut or making one corner twitch.. | Long and graceful, her neck rises from shoulders neither slight nor heavyset., | Fine fingers end in immaculate nails, carefully shaped and painted vivid red. | | | | | | | She is using: | | (S) a carved bone medallion suspended along an aged gold filigree necklace | | (E) a sensuously fitted, oxblood leather jacket sculpted to hug the figure | | (E) a gauzy, taupe blouse ornamented in panels of delicate floral lacework | | (S) an antique gold ring crowned by a sanguine garnet cabochon in filigree | | | | (E) a pair of dark-wash jeans cut into a statuesque wide-legged silhouette | | (E) some black, round-toe ankle booties decorated by V-shaped side cutouts | | | | (C) a refined black leather handbag fastened beneath a polished gold clasp | |_____________________________________________________________________________|