Pink

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Blank heavy bond papers bound with spirals to keep them collected
A box of twenty-four colors – most of them still unused
A young, very young, imagination
“Draw with me”

Doughnuts with sprinkles
Fairies with wings
Unicorns with rainbows
Elephants with ears
Paper dolls with dresses
Fishes with tails
Flowers with petals

The pink waxy goodness is mostly depleted

A young, very young, imagination
“A box with just pink – wouldn’t that be convenient?”

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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