Short Fiction #13 First colour
Alistair dropped the paper and ran towards her.
â€œWhatâ€™s wrong?â€ he asked.
â€œLOOK!â€ she shouted.
Alistair followed her pointing finger.
â€œWell, Iâ€™ll beâ€¦â€
â€œIsnâ€™t it absolutely beautiful?â€ she gushed.
â€œIt certainly is colourful,â€ he agreed.
They drew closer, eyes wide in amazement.
â€œOur very first rose,â€ she whispered.
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