Colour.

[cellophanecity]

A world without colour was painful to him. The only familiar thing being the paleness of the snow. He searched amongst the ruins. So many dead. Faces he knew in passing and faces he didn't; all strangers now, frozen by the winter. He didn't know exactly what he was searching for. The colour that had been so stolen from him, perhaps? The colour of a

Comments

[dharawal]

Oooh.. very evocative.

[cellophanecity]

;A; More... XD ;A; Evocative isn't so helpful.

[dharawal]

I can't wait to see where you go with all of this, how it's all going to tie in.

horrible child 8-)

[cellophanecity]

XD I'll have to try harder to make sure it's good enough then m(____)m