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It should be red, she thought, and turned towards the sunset.
But the clouds were lilac with a rosy lining. The sky was light blue then yellow, which turned into a deep orange at the horizon. As a plane drew a pink line across the sky, the blinding sun brought her a surging symphony of fond memories.
Her heart swelling, close to bursting, she closed her eyes and saw on the back of her eyelids a burning circle and the face of someone, whom she would have shared all her sunsets with, if only things had been different.
When the sun was halfway below the horizon, it finally turned red, and in its bloody light she shovelled the last spadeful of dirt onto the grave.
A Bolg? 
DJ
/ January 22, 2017I love this! Read it twice lol. The imagery of the sunset is beautiful. Thanks for sharing 🙂
W. R. Woolf
/ January 23, 2017Thank you for reading 🙂 I’m glad you liked it.