Three Line Tales: Now the colours are wrong

 

three line tales, week 144: people on a bath through fields of red bushes

photo by Andre Benz via Unsplash


When he dreamed of home the colours were wrong – the cool jade shrubs turned lurid magenta, wisps of ochre cirrus floating in a scorched sienna sky.

He’d wake sweating, reaching blindly for a hand no longer there.

There was no home left. No love to comfort him, no eyes to cry for all he’d lost. One night of flame had ended him.


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