Coral blues.
Grainy sand.
A dock.
A cottage.
A garden.
Forests.
Mountains.
Rustling leaves.
Quiet streams.
He sat on the deck, the sounds of voices, muffled inside.
A womans voice.
A rowdy childs laugh.
He didn't smile.
The sun fell below the sea.
A woman's scream.
A rowdy child's silence.
Everything was red.
There will be a proper chapter in just a moment.