Blunt ColoursThe sun was setting the flowers on fire, but darkness soon came, and all light faded. Light skin turned black, as pencil ran over the neatly drawn lines on Isabelle's notepad. The flowers wilted. Once soft, white, beautiful. Now crisp, black, dead, and slowly disappearing, as she coloured the page with dark pencils. Sunset turned to midnight, as her hand moved over the page gently, her wrist keeping rhythm to an unheard song in her head. The paper world became dull, the pages faded, everything was drawn and filled, in dreary shades. And the once vivid colours that had spread out with light, became dark, sad, and blunt.MJ