CRIMSON PETALS GLEAMED against the dreary sky; rain thundered down, dainty as dancing glass. Glancing up into the downpour from under the eaves of the abandoned palace, Azana counted the flowers and fruit she could see. They burned from the tops of the branches, crowns for the glittering gold bark veined in deep emerald. They were as vivid as fresh hearts. Tiny white vines curled around the plump fruit like blood vessels.
Written: 11 Nov 2015
Inspired: Azana from Romance of Three Jewels