blue flowers | au

margarita

Today. Today he wore a daisy in his hair. I think he noticed people were giving him strange looks. He took the daisy out, colored it with a blue marker, and squashed it between the pages of his notebook. The small, sweet, cloud-white daisy ended up just as stained as the hands of the idiot whose pencil ink explodes.

He looked at his watch; it seemed he wouldn't be drawing anything today. With a frown, he got up and left.