“Framed by the threshold, she was like one of Mucha's Seasons: the tingle of Winter, the seduction of Spring, the kiss of Fall, the warmth of Summer. She shrugged out of her coat, her violet hair spreading like ink across her loose white tee. Her lips were so red, stained like cherries, the tart kind that grew by his father's childhood home. Vishnya--- the word came back to him, his dad handing him a newsprint pouch, soft fruit inside. He almost dropped the kitchen towel.” CherriesBeautiful WomanThe Seasons Book:Aftertaste Source: Aftertaste
“When he finally saw her, every other person in that plaza seemed to vanish, his gaze tunneling toward her, the way she looked getting out of the cab, pulling a stray strand of violet hair away from her face, crossing the sidewalk in this unbelievable dress. Having no idea how beautiful she looked. She started up the ivory stairs--- layers of pale lavender tulle floating around her, a long skirt she had gathered in front--- like a living confection, a cotton candy dream.” Beautiful WomanGown Book:Aftertaste Source: Aftertaste