A Portrait Called Ash

(Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields)

“What colour is your parachute?” Ash taunted Venky placing yet another artificial rose in the gleaming glass vase.

Venky in a show of controlled restraint remained stoically silent all the while never taking his eyes off the lithe and languid visage of Ash. She seemed to glide through her chores.

“Or is it one of your six thinking acts?” the teasing continued.

“Red for love; yellow for persistence; Maroon for fear and white for hope”, Venky replied in one breath. As Ash paused with a flower held in mid-air, he continued, “colours of, for & by my Ash.”

(Word Count: 98)

This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE

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