Aug 13, 2009 11:42
"It's all lost." she admitted, illuminating the faintest trace of some original dignity stirring around her still. This, only moments from the warm breeze which would blow through her hair and take with it that last untraceable puff of her brush with greatness. Again, a stillborn destiny. What a collection of them she's amassed. "Then again, don't you think we should keep trying?"
"I do." and he smiled. It contented her.
The entire interior's so swollen with sunlight and clean air that it's ballooning to twice the size and rising roughly three feet above the ground. Any moment now, it may take flight and drift into the summer sky as it's most noteworthy contents are beckoned home.
She searched for the correct answer. First step; collect all reasonable possibilities. 'Blue' would never do and was thrown out immediately.