Disclaimer: Dustfinger and the Inkheart Trilogy are the property of Cornelia Funke. I am not Cornelia Funke. Nor did I shoot the sheriff. Or the deputy.
Prompt #13: Yellow
He watched as the bright yellow ribbon fell at his feet, fluttering like the wings of one of the little birds of which she was so very fond.
He stared at it, lying discarded in the dirt, as her words rang in his ears.
I hate you.
There were times she hadn't spoken to him for days. There were times she had screamed at him; times she had hit him; times she had refused to even look at him.
She'd been angry. She had always been angry.
But she'd never said she hated him before.
"She doesn't mean it, you know," Roxane said quietly as he bent to pick up the ribbon.
"You've never lied to me before, Roxane," he said. "Don't start now."