finally some violence in her eyes   red shimmers

No no

its going out  going out

a spark 

                                 only a spark

now cooled

now gone

--   Are you really that unaffected

--   It hurts

but isnt it said  often  that the truth hurts

he supposed   his rudeness was an attempt to . . . to vivify  to vitalise her   his friend

bring her around

 

he was rude  but he was looking for colour 

shed look so good in colour

like a slapped cheek

a gentle bruise

he called her drab

accused her

and while hurt by the accusation

she was unable to refute it

not unwilling

unable

it was true

she was honest

straitlaced

one to have your back in a fight

but drab

like camouflage

inconspicuous

mundane

without spice

lukewarm 

 

unflappable

she was probably going to live a long long time

though not that anyone would notice

survive like a mushroom or a slug

one of millions of fallen leaves from autumn trees untouched by tinge or colour

expressionless

gone dull brown

                             and fell

                        

plummeted

that didnt curl in the air

dance with the wind

or fall on someones face  hide the sun from their eyes  and then peered through

laceworked

networked

pinholed by mites

a brilliant scarlet or yellow mask

a fan

a friend

a peekaboo or playmate

but beyond

                     unfurling     unseen        on the ground      

pierced by blades of grass

from a copse

drab

her exception

their bond and friendship

                                           he always had noticed her

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