She adored red.
She loved it, that was all she wore.
She wore red clothes anytime she could.
She painted her lovely, and long nails red.
She loved that.
She loved wearing her red shoes,
and buying things that had red on them.
She adored it.
She also adored blue.
She loved blue, but not as much as red.
Blue made her happy, too.
But she still made them blue.
They were sad.
Was it because of her?
Yes.
But why?
What has she done to make them so upset?
She loved red.
Was that it?
No.
It was that she was on the ground,
covered in red.
Because she made them blue.
She hated that.
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Small stories with deep meanings.
FantasyThese are short little stories with big/deep meanings. I hope you like them.
