Orange is the colour of love

‘Burnt Orange? Seriously? ‘she asked me as I rolled out the yarn ball on the bed.

‘It reminds me of him. The sunsets I saw in his eyes, as we held hands. His sheepish smile while raiding the fridge for the leftover carrot pudding. The blazing Dahlias he placed on the bed tea tray.’

‘I know he is watching me, I know he is smiling,’ I said as I gently placed my hand on my pregnant belly to feel our baby. He kicked in agreement.

Alka Sharma

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Written for Sonya at Only 100 Word’s Three Line Tales