Ben had followed his heart. The heart he had lost to Jessica, the dreamer.
He had heard tales of the city since childhood. He had never realised how big the city was, how impersonal. People moved around in rivers, pouring out of metro-stations and down streets. And they lived in big concrete blocks, grey and dreary, like this one.
It had been stupid to come. How could he ever hope to find her? He had trailed around for days now, and hadn’t seen a sign of her.
Suddenly he saw it and smiled. He had found her. He was sure.
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Julia’s 100-word-challenge: the significance of an orange spot.
Stray Thoughts 
I hope he had…
So do I!
How sweet and nice, flowers are indeed a colored spot that guides us right.
Thanks. I love flowers myself.
And they lived happily ever after…
This is one of those little gems that warms the soul on a chilly Autumn evening.
Thanks, that’s very kind of you.
I enjoyed the association and linkage
Thanks.
Ahh you changed the orange spot! Nicely done and how lovely for them, I hope it works out.
Yes. After reading all the heart-breaking trees-being-cut-down (or other horrible things happening) stories, I’m so glad I went for an upbeat interpretation myself. 🙂
Wonderful story – not just because he locates her, but it’s so hopeful that she turns out to be the kind of person who insists on bringing a little color and life to a drab gray place.
Thanks for noticing! Two optimists together – who knows what they can do?
Sweet as molasses. Unless…. has he really found her? This could actually turn in to something scary, like the witch luring the children in with her gingerbread house! XD Sorry, just my twisted mind rambling on 🙂
I did leave it open. Not just to sinister causes, but perhaps he is once again being slightly overoptimistic?