Page 18 - GINGER

She dipped her palms in the Grail first hesitantly, but then excitedly. It was color paints
after all.

Once she felt the feeling of them, once she merged with them, she went all in, up till her
elbows and the paints enveloped her arms like swirling gloves.

This made her close her eyes and softly smile like being kissed.

“Ha Ha! Take them out now, will you?” He giggled.

She took her painted arms out, and observed them. “I always dreamt of doing this, why
did I never do it?”

“Well, now you did.” he said and stepped inside the walk-in Memorabilia wardrobe
welcoming her to an unusual library of envelopes.

“Pick any, and don’t worry the colors won’t soil them, it’s their key.” He sensed her
question before she could ask. This made her anxious. Her eyes kept saccading between
him and the envelopes. She had wanted this all her living life. She had it in front of her
eyes.

She picked a random one and opened it with care.

“Another thing, you can’t have these memories stolen, you can not use them to recreate.
Okay?” He warned her hand midway, just as she was about to pull one.

When she did, rustling wind swooshed and whirl-pooled around her as she closed her
eyes tight.

She was transported again, this time just inside her head.

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She had the most beautiful chuckle in the world. At least that’s what Irena thought. She
sat as tripod with a crayon held between her fingers.

“Show me what you’re making baby.” Irena asked her daughter lovingly.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

Irena bent over to see a Zebra like creature drawn on the floor, with multi colors
scribbled in and outside the lines.