Blue was a nice color for the season, being as it was. All burnt out reds and golds, as if someone has taken a match and lit all the trees on fire, and the constantly hanging over us like a heavy grey blanket, closing us in.
I'd hurried across the parkinglot before the rain could catch and soak me with it's falling tears.
She stood at the counter inside the hardware store, pretty as ever, long dark hair and big tired eyes. And her eyeshadow was blue. Like some chick from the nineteen-eighties with the smoky eyes and the raspy voice, except this girl just looked tired.
I couldn't remember her name.
But blue was a nice color on her.
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