Short Fiction #13 First colour

First Colour

Penelope screamed.

Alistair dropped the paper and ran towards her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“LOOK!” she shouted.

Alistair followed her pointing finger.

“Well, I’ll be…”

“Isn’t it absolutely beautiful?” she gushed.

“It certainly is colourful,” he agreed.

They drew closer, eyes wide in amazement.

“Our very first rose,” she whispered.

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