The flaming pavement pierced the soles of her feet – frozen to the black top beneath her. The sun blazed through her wavy chestnut hair, now infused with gold. It was a balmy 93 degrees outside yet her arms were written in braille. Her eyes blankly fixated on the road leading seemingly to nowhere as his tail lights faded over the hill.
The warm breeze covered her face in strands of glittering chestnuts as she stood there – unable to move while the sky burst into a kaleidoscope of color before her though she could no longer see.
Together they were flashes of neon lights burning in the midnight sky; fierce magenta & lime waves crashing into violet shores. His eyes stole the color from beneath her skin & she was left with only shades of grey.
© Gina Jenkins