My Favorite Color

By Savannah Archer

 Mudraya was all alone in a world of monotone. Even the most scintillating of rainbows went by unnoticed. But then Drayton walked into her life, and everything changed. For the first time in a long time it seemed, the world had color to it. When his true colors emerge will she accept him or reject him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Sep 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9783748758563

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Red

(adj.) used to denote something forbidden, dangerous, or urgent

It was hot. The heat of the naked sun was merciless that afternoon. Strangely, not a single cloud hovered within sight. People moped along the pavement, appearing unperturbed by this sweltering inconvenience. It's such a beautiful day today, many individuals remarked to one another.

Mudraya begged to differ. Beautiful days consisted of a cloudy sky, soaked clothes, and a crisp atmosphere.

Rain. It had been quite a while since there was a teardrop from the sky. Oh, how she longed to feel one with the earth once more, for it was the only thing that provided her with an amenity. 

Shoving aside her longing thoughts, she strolled up to her hometown's streets, stopping by a store to fetch a few fundamentals. She exited the market, two bags dangling from her wrists, and began to head back in the direction in which she came.

As she crossed the street, she caught sight of a bed of luscious roses abiding in the shadows rather than enjoying the sun's radiance. The small garden was damp, the mature petals dewy. 

She stopped abruptly, her gaze narrowing at the blooms. 

They were simply a fatal display of shrubs in her eyes, cast into the darkness to be forgotten. They couldn't be touched, only admired. What a pity.

She gave a start when she apprehended the fracturing of a stem. A man crouched over the flowerbed and yanked a rose from its stalk. Mudraya looked on in sheer fascination as the male offered the plucked flower to her from the shade. He had a kind smile lingering in his fair countenance, and the sun seemed to dazzle behind him with approval.

In the middle of her reverie, she noticed the beads of vermilion trickle down his clenched fist. You're bleeding, she said in a slight panic. He glanced at the blood and laughed smoothly. You are right, miss. Instead of attending to his wound, he retrieved a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wrapped it around the thorny stem with his clean hand, hiding his injured hand behind his back in the making. I saw you were looking fixedly at these roses here, he explained, holding the bound floret out once more for her to take. And I decided to pick the one for you that caught my eye.

Thank you. She had not a clue how to respond appropriately to such generosity. He went so far as to obtain a rose without regard for his safety, only to grant it to her. Such an act of benevolence is quite admirable, she thought. 

I can carry those for you. She scanned the groceries in hand briefly and shook her head at his offer.

It's alright. It's not as heavy as it looks. 

He smiled sympathetically and nodded. If you insist.

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