Bluebell Burn


The sun was brighter yesterday, she thinks even as the leftover wet from the grass seeps into the knit of her jumper.

It's noon and the cloudless sky burns her eyes with blue. She doesn't blink against the light. Colors dance damage across her vision and it's almost like the stars she sees when Gideon grins at her right (just another kind of damage).

His eyes are bluer than today's brilliant sky, though, a bluebell burn in his handsome face.

(She loves him.)

Marlene lays in the damp grass in Sefton Park until she casts a shadow and then she goes.

The sun was brighter yesterday, she thinks on this one glorious day.

She was not alone yesterday and she does not remember the rain.


Author's Note: One of those 'laying in bed and an idea strikes' moments. I just got up and wrote it instead of being lazy this time! It's not really poetry but it's not really prose either, so meh!