Red/Sight

Ruby Red-light, not a name she aspires to. She earns it by meeting them down by the mosque-side markets where the men gather. The poppies blossom along the waterways she wanders, unable to get them out of her mind.
They meet her down by the mosque-side markets where two in a crowd blend in amongst the sable and satin of the souq’s stalls. Merchants hawk goods to them as they meander together, their eyes meeting for just a moment.
To see red is to see them together, to see love and passion lost amongst a sea. Ruby Red-light and her paramour.

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