By Any Other Color
Susan chose white, with all her gentle purity. Lucy liked pink, its vibrancy mirroring her own. Peter preferred red, which was strange for a man who had seen so much blood.
Edmund didn't care, for was not every color like the next?
White was such a dull color…except when it swooped down to rest as snow upon the land, pure and innocent. Yes, white suited Susan and he granted her that.
Edmund refused to choose pink for anything…except Lucy. She was welcome to it. She could have all the pink in the world, he certainly didn't want it.
Red was too bright, too strong, and too present and full of life. Red was Peter and all his endless entourage of hounds to the last tip of a tail.
Now, looking at the roses massed before him, Edmund found he could not choose. There was Susan's delicate and brilliant white next to Lucy's lovely and laughing pink and Peter's deep and vibrant red. Each as lovely as the last, opened for the sun's light.
In the end, the color didn't matter…for every rose had a heart of gold, the same gold as Aslan's flowing mane.
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A/N: Now that you have seen Psyche's Colors, I present my version. We started with the same concept and the same colors, white, pink and red. We have a similar conclusion. We both decided write our own versions without knowing what the other was writing. Her version is simply beautiful and I don't think that this compares…she suggested that I turn this into a poem and I am working on it…right now it seems to be connected phrases that don't rhyme, but, considering how minimalist this is, I think a poem is the right idea.
This does have a slightly different intent, but I was surprised at how similar Psyche's Colors is to this.
Here is my first story all on my own…not much, just a scrap.
Rose
In case you haven't noticed, roses are my favorite flower...