Green. The grass on which they made love on a summer day, the canopy of leaves overhead, the small shoot of a wild rose poking through the earth beside where they lay afterwards, new life growing there like the new life she felt that had just been conceived in her.
Pink. Her baby. That wrinkled bundle of humanity that was Daniel, her son, as she first held him in the hospital. His tiny fingers wrapped around her own. His lips on her n****e as he fed from her.
Black. The darkness still with her, growing now as she had something else to fear for: the life of her son as well as Edward’s.
Red. The blood running from Daniel’s nose. The flush on his cheeks as he faced his first bully. The blood on the bully’s shirt.
Red. More fights. More blood.
Black. That darkness in her. Her fear forever
