Caddaren

Yellow. Sun streaked straw, paled like a field sprinkled with snow. The yellow dances and twirls, rooted deep into the earth yet flirting with the wind that billows around mountain peaks. Blue. A disarray of shining pebbles as the storm clouded dull waves crash over them. The blue rolls and tumbles, ungainly and anxious. Worried about the things happening in her world, yet lost, forever tumbling. Helpless maybe, but she fights. Yellow and Blue. These are not traditionally the colors you associate with her. A shy orange maybe, like a half asleep sun crouching behind a veil of cloud just waiting to jump out and surprise the world. Or

Roy: No one ever told him it would be this difficult. This was the second week he had no place to go. Dave, his boss, had chewed him out for being late for work the third day in a row. Only this time, he took his uniform and kicked him out. Roy had been fighting the urge to take a swing at the middle aged, over weight man the whole time, but he was frustrated with himself more than anything. He had failed to pay his landlord again the week before, who had then warned him he had to get his shit and never come back. Roy growled at the memory and kept walking. He missed the luxury of a roof over his head, and his body ached from lack of sleep

I worry about you hun, you have no idea how much. I want to hold you, squeeze you, make sure you're never touched. When I see you every morning, I heave a great sigh. Cause then I know you're still breathing, I know that you're still alive. When you walked in with bruises on your arms, I shook with rage and fought my wrath. I knew who did you harm. When you walk away from me, and blend into the crowd, sorrow hangs over my head, like a giant, dark cloud. I worry for your safety, though I know I cannot help. But I swear to you, little sister, one day she will feel, the blows of my retribution, in the form of cold