Saturday, February 2, 2013

She liked how blue everything was.

“Everything was blue,” She wrote in her notebook. Upon lifting the ballpoint, she frowned. Blotting the page were sharp slants and bulbous vowels. She scratched out the line and shut the notebook. Hours passed as she sat motionless, fingers pressed to her mouth. Occasionally her lips would part to let out a sigh.

When everything blue turned black she rose and walked through the corridor without turning on the light.

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