the blues and the reds
Most of us suffer from the blues. Holly Golightly suffered from the mean reds, I take on the blues and the reds in these stories.
They got married in the last month of winter, when it looked like the rain had no plans to go away and the clouds tinged the sky grey. There was no one in the cathedral except the two of them and the figures in the frescoes. They said their vows through furtive glances, promising each other a life of instances measured not by the time on the clock but by the gaze in their eyes. They both thought the kiss felt like a goodbye kiss before they ran, holding hands, to eat red velvet cake under the pale moonlight, while watching life pass by.