Alright, you may go after me with your pitchforks and torches. I said I would stop harassing everyone on here with my silly flash fictions, but I posted them up on Worthy of Publishing and, well... in short everyone who posts has people who read it and rate it. Me? Nothing. I'm so lonely. Anyway, tell me what you think and honest opinions please! ^_^ You don't have to read all of it, but the ending does tie it all together.
Plowing through the presents, Ama discovered a particularly large one for her. Elated, she grasped at the box with her small hands, flinging away the wrapping paper and placing the large sticky bow upon her head.
“Go ahead, darling, open it,” her mother said when Ama reached the cardboard box. Exchanging a small grin, her mother shared a wink of an eye to her husband before they both watched Ama open the box.
In gasps and wide eyes, Ama held up the large papers and paints that she had received. Overjoyed, Ama began to dip her fingers into the red, smearing it across the white canvas. Using her other fingers, she took the green and swirled it in with the red.
“Ama, dear, you still have more gifts.”
Already splattered with paint, Ama rummaged around the other presents half heartedly, wishing to return to her pretty colors. A small, tiny one was nestled underneath the tree, hidden away by the branches. Reaching for it, she could make out her name elegantly written in script. Opening the small gift, she found herself extremely disheartened.
Inside, there was a tiny bracelet. It could not have fit anyone but a one year old child.
“Oh, wow, that’s beautiful. Who gave it to you, darling?” Her mother took the card and smiled as she took the jade bracelet out of her daughter’s hands. “Your grandmother; isn’t it pretty, Ama?”
Instead of replying, Ama took back the bracelet and looked at it closely. It was pale green with dark faded hues in random areas. It wasn’t nearly as pretty as the green in her paints. But on the insistence of both of her parents, Ama took the bracelet to her room and placed it in a small corner of a drawer.
Then she ran back to her canvas of red and green.
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On the evening of the death, Ama clutched tightly onto her pillow. With tears running down and staining her pillow, she looked at the paintings she had done. She gave a small smile as she remembered the guiding hand of her grandmother when she first started finger painting.
Wiping away her tears, Ama walked to her drawers and opened each one till she found the one she desired. Tucked behind her sweaters and shirts, the jade bracelet still lay there. There wasn’t a flaw, just as she remembered years ago.
Holding it towards her chest, she admired the cool, smooth feel of the stone; the perfect cut and the near transparency. Raising it to her lips, she gave the bracelet a gentle kiss. Just the way she used to kiss her grandmother on the cheek.
Looking up at her paintings, she saw the green and loved it. She touched them tentatively, running her fingertips along the swirls of color. They were pretty colors, so intricately woven she could never recreate them. Looking down, she saw her bracelet that could no longer fit over three fingers. It wasn't the finest work of art, but it was the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen.
Plowing through the presents, Ama discovered a particularly large one for her. Elated, she grasped at the box with her small hands, flinging away the wrapping paper and placing the large sticky bow upon her head.
“Go ahead, darling, open it,” her mother said when Ama reached the cardboard box. Exchanging a small grin, her mother shared a wink of an eye to her husband before they both watched Ama open the box.
In gasps and wide eyes, Ama held up the large papers and paints that she had received. Overjoyed, Ama began to dip her fingers into the red, smearing it across the white canvas. Using her other fingers, she took the green and swirled it in with the red.
“Ama, dear, you still have more gifts.”
Already splattered with paint, Ama rummaged around the other presents half heartedly, wishing to return to her pretty colors. A small, tiny one was nestled underneath the tree, hidden away by the branches. Reaching for it, she could make out her name elegantly written in script. Opening the small gift, she found herself extremely disheartened.
Inside, there was a tiny bracelet. It could not have fit anyone but a one year old child.
“Oh, wow, that’s beautiful. Who gave it to you, darling?” Her mother took the card and smiled as she took the jade bracelet out of her daughter’s hands. “Your grandmother; isn’t it pretty, Ama?”
Instead of replying, Ama took back the bracelet and looked at it closely. It was pale green with dark faded hues in random areas. It wasn’t nearly as pretty as the green in her paints. But on the insistence of both of her parents, Ama took the bracelet to her room and placed it in a small corner of a drawer.
Then she ran back to her canvas of red and green.
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On the evening of the death, Ama clutched tightly onto her pillow. With tears running down and staining her pillow, she looked at the paintings she had done. She gave a small smile as she remembered the guiding hand of her grandmother when she first started finger painting.
Wiping away her tears, Ama walked to her drawers and opened each one till she found the one she desired. Tucked behind her sweaters and shirts, the jade bracelet still lay there. There wasn’t a flaw, just as she remembered years ago.
Holding it towards her chest, she admired the cool, smooth feel of the stone; the perfect cut and the near transparency. Raising it to her lips, she gave the bracelet a gentle kiss. Just the way she used to kiss her grandmother on the cheek.
Looking up at her paintings, she saw the green and loved it. She touched them tentatively, running her fingertips along the swirls of color. They were pretty colors, so intricately woven she could never recreate them. Looking down, she saw her bracelet that could no longer fit over three fingers. It wasn't the finest work of art, but it was the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen.