Seven.

ii Zero ii

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D I S C L A I M E R

As this is a one-shot/short story to Christine aka rainbowbrook's adored story 'Kissing Is the Easy Part', all characters belong to her.

This story has absolutely nothing to do with the Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman starring psychological thriller Se7en. (although that's obvious) 

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It was characteristically a grey evening by the West Hamptons Dune. And very much mundane. A storm brewed by the sea as pregnant dark clouds enveloped the skies. Salty gusts grew stronger and stronger as they blew to the lands. The even saltier waves grew taller as they cascaded foams down the soft beach.

Then and there, it was mostly scarce with people. An aging man with silver locks and protruding belly walked his German shepherd. There were two children, no older than 8, building sand castle with the moist sands ,against their father's order.

And then and there was she. Descripted best with iridescent. Her golden hair gleamed as the little strands of sunlight that poked through the clouds. Her chiffon maxi dress fluttered like feathers against the winds, never touching the sands. This allowed the revelation of a small marking on her left ankle. It was tattoo, a simple one. It was the number seven, drawn in Edwardian Script. And in centre of the seven was a flower, not sure of what type but it commemorated her name Flora and had seven petals that followed the number.

Her mind was perplexed, the tattoo could be blamed. Although she had disliked the idea of having synthetic ink permanently attached to her skin, it was choice of spontaneity on her birthday. Her 50th, but if anyone asked then she was 45, not a completely lie as many agreed she looked no older than a 40.

The flower spoke for itself but the number didn't. So everyone asked why that specific number and what it stood for. And she answer with 'nothing'. They questioned no further thinking it was a Flora thing to do. She however knew there was a meaning to it, not sure of what it was but it was there.

So there and then, Flora did what was once completely unlike herself, she contemplated her life through the looking glasses of numbers.

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Hope you enjoyed this little bit.

The next part will be uploaded by Friday or Saturday.