Devonne Brown

I held the bright red scarf up to my face, looked directly at the camera, batted my eyes and smiled. I wished I could pull off sexy, but those days belonged to someone who had better clothes and no grey in her hair. That’s probably why the security cameras were following me. 

I threw the scarf up so it floated over my head and around my black sweater as slowly as I could. It was the size of a parachute. Lovely. When It landed, I let it fall off of one shoulder, down almost to the elbow. I pretended I was in Bali and wasn’t wearing much more than the scarf. I love the feel of sheer silk against my skin, don’t you?

I lowered my head, and lifted my eyes to the lens. I was always good in front of the camera.  

 Such a tease am I. I picked up another scarf like a magician, never the assistant, and  pulled the red, then blue, then a purple flowered silk scarf from the palm of my hand. If only there were a top hat handy, I am sure I’d be able to find a white rabbit somewhere. 

“Bzzzzzzt,” the sound of every camera on the floor turned toward me. The camera operators and managers must be enjoying the show. Not a human being in sight. I picked up a pink scarf, its price was one hundred twenty-nine dollars. I would have paid more than that for it if I was that kind of girl. My, it was fun to touch and play with. I tied a big knot in it and two others and began to juggle. Pink, emerald green, and glittering blue flags of silk whirled round the space in front of me. Magic flowers filled the air.

My  mother would have killed me for taking the opportunity to juggle exquisite silk scarves in a fancy store. I caused no damage, and didn’t even wrinkle a scarf. I did it for the camera. They were watching me.

 I gave them something to see.