50 Word Stories: Oiled


I dream in shades from white to black, colourless, sharp. I forget when God took my bright mornings and cerulean skies, my vanilla and saffron dreams. Was it punishment to see this world in stark contrasts, or a blessing? I ask myself daily as the oil flows from these wrists.

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