Paint My World Red
“You wrote it here.”
Heat crept through my cheeks, reading my handwriting in my drawings of donuts and cookies, the words, “I miss you, Red!”. Instead of sipping the alcohol, I gulped it from my glass and poured another. I turned around, walked to the entrance, and leaned on the post of the gazebo. The rain had finally stopped, and the sun had come out again.
My eyes sparkled to see a rainbow in the sky.
“Look, Red. A rainbow,” I muttered excitedly, sounding like Katie whenever we saw one. “It’s beautiful!” I murmured.
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