It was a menagerie of colors.
Orange in flashes, the first lights of fire at night in the brittleness of the woods. Green everywhere, like vomit oozing from the same spot on the carpet that never would be the same again. Purple, the color of bruises that would show up after the fight the next day. Yellow, dead center, just like the perfect ring of a bullseye waiting to be stabbed. Pink, darting in-between and screaming for attention like the anger on a face of a manipulative man. Red… just like the trace of blood dripping down her arms from the thorns.
And white, the innocence lost and fading in the mess of it.
Her hold tightened on the bouquet. There was a note.
I’ll see you tonight.
She smiled. Yes, she could hardly wait. “Blue, the color you’ll be when I am through with you.”