White. White like snow
“........there.”
Red. Red like fire. Warmth. Sensational warmth. A noise breaking through a silent night. Blue. Blue as water. Blue as the sea. Baby blue. White turns to peach. Red turns to peach. An outstretched hand. Weightlessness. Arms holding tight. White. White like milk. A creamy taste. A soft touch. A warm bundle. Drooping eyes. Blackness.
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A group of four stood in the coldest night any would see. Snow fell heavily from the white-clouded sky. They watched with ever seeing eyes as a child was taken into the building opposite of where he was left. One turned away, tears blurring her vision. Warm arms comforted her, a soft voice whispering. She took a slim silver phone from her pocket.
“It is done.”
Her voice was softened da an accent that sounded like a mix of Russian and German. She nods.
“Understood. We will keep in touch.”
The phone went back to her pocket and she looked at the three male faces that were now staring at her with darkened expressions.
“We have our orders.”
Two nodded while the last tossed his head of black hair.
“Just glad they found him,” he muttered.
“You didn't want to remove that problem?”
He smirks slightly, hands in his hair.
“Him? No. Don't think I ever could.”
With that he walked off, the others slowly falling behind.
Erin Roy
