The wife said, " Your looking flushed,
Your cheeks are red " I replied,
"No I'm feeling blue.
Don't have the greens" She replied,
" I thought you were in the pink,
but your looking a little off colour"
This conversation never took place,
You see. I was purely a pigment
of the wife's imagination.

Short story by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-25 at 22:04

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