Crayons
Beverly
Forehand
Red-blue-yellow-green.
I found them in that order.
One
under the battered sofa, another two fallen between cracks in
the warped floorboards, the fourth in my cardboard schoolbox along
with Elmer's Glue.
With
them I had created my own world of bright blue castles and dragons
as red as clowns' rubber noses.
I
had drawn and dreamed of all the great things I would do and see
in a world I envisioned as Crayola-vivid.
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Beverly
Forehand is a freelance writer and painter living in Nashville,
Tennessee. Her short stories and poems have been published in
Atriad Press' Haunted Encounters, Bewildering Stories,
FATE, The Harrow, LongStory Short, Quantum
Muse, Typhoon.net, Waxing Waning Moon, Ultraverse,
The Wheel, Zephyrus, and other publications. She
recently published a pet recipe book with Dawson Progressive and
is a monthly columnist for Critter Exchange. Her hobbies include
cultivating her medieval herb garden and begging her cats (unsuccessfully)
to stay off the sofa.
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Beverly Forehand