The Forgotten Green
He-Ran stared at the murky sky out her window. A heavy blanket of clouds surrounded the city for years, hindering its inhabitants from seeing anything beyond one’s stretched arms. But years of experience taught He-Ran that when the hint of apricot drenched the humdrum walls of the concrete jungle, the day was closer to darkness than it was to light.
She turned to the painting leaning against her wall. Something about the green elements made her happy whenever she looked at it. Grandma said they were called “tre-es.”
She wondered what it would feel like to live among the tre-es.