100 Word Mondays

2:09 AM

Colors of Papa
Fiction

    The little girl looked outside. People walked about in that color she could never pronounce well. Rs were hard. Rs with a B were impossible. Red, yellow, blue and green jumped out from her paper. She smiled. Today the squares were perfect. Everyone was represented. Yellow: mama, blue: her, red: sister and green: grandpa. Papa was missing, but she didn't have his color. Just then He walked in. 
    "Look!"
    "Wow!"
     His grin broadened at picture, the color of coins glowing even more. 
    She picked up black reluctantly. One day she will have a crayon that sparkled like her Papa did. 

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