No Special Reason
Kammi loved purple, but she wished everybody didn’t try to associate that beautiful color with something she had no interest in. A good start would be just not having anyone ask, “And how is Mr. Barney today?”. . .
Edward was suddenly feeling a little loopy. The nectar must have been here a little longer than usual and fermented. Imagine that; false dragonhead blooms beer! Would this, he wondered, be considered a micro brew . . . ?
Kendra’s friends all teased her unmercifully about having sat down in the orange paint, even inferring that perhaps she was not qualified to be a bee. Her only answer was “I buzz, therefore I am . . . “
Even though they had lost their home in the economic crash, their jobs, their health insurance, and their doctor, they still had each other, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Pinterest. They could be electronically miserable along with thousands of others all over the world in real time . . .
Outwardly, they were beautiful and happy, but knowing summer was soon ending, at their core, they were blue . . .