07 May
2019 Day 5 – 100 Words

My sister lays down her artwork on the table to dry. A splash of water colors in the shape of a ball, you would call it a sun with missing rays. She drew them first but hid them in white blobs replacing them with blue thumbprints.


Why did you do that, I ask her.


I don't like the rays, too defined, too dark, she replies and carries off to do something else.


Dumbfounded, I peek closer and take a closer look, admiring the snowy expanse encircling the timid sun with drops of red swimming inside like coals of abandoned emotions.

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