Cerulean Blue

Enjoy this brief excerpt of the story “Cerulean Blue” from The Tenants collection.

Upon leaving the company of Volga Petrovych, one would always feel as one did when leaving a dog shelter empty-handed. You wanted to feel compassion and provide companionship, be able to save her, but you just couldn’t find the room. She was a 42-year-old, tall and frumpy, hair-dyed-from-a-box blonde whose St. Petersburg accent had not diminished one iota after twenty-four years of living in America.

Words were heavy and dark as motor oil, dripping with anguish from her mouth, all running together in a monotonously rapid prattle falling off her tongue, so much so that the listener caught about half of what she ever said. A lucky thing for most on the receiving end of Volga, as she was a bit of a crisis-monger. She was an oppressively pathos-ridden character best suited for Turgenev. Or Tolstoy. Maybe a Dostoevsky novel, even.

She was terribly suited for the pace of modern-day Americana and certainly way off the beat of the individualistic, narcissistic nature of Los Angeles, California. A portrait artist, Volga lived hand-to-mouth despite her immense talent. Her ultra-sensitive treatment of a fingernail or strand of hair on her subject in a watercolor painting was exquisite, though she was supremely low functioning in the matters of daily life.

. . .

© 2020, Mary Corbin. No reprints without permission.

“Cerulean Blue” is from the The Tenants collection, due for future publication at a later date. 

Featured artwork: “In Part of the Mystery” – painting by Mary Corbin. 

More Short Stories

HOME