The color of her affections

I never knew Kelly but I do get a sense of the love that her family and friends had for her.

As I gaze out at the beautiful blue ocean across this magnificent memorial mosaic chair, I am  reminded by the colour of her affections, that even in the sadness of her death, the beauty of love and friendship remains.

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.

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