Red, Ripe And Blue
It was a cool night, and Khloe could feel the light fabric of her dress, flapping about in the unusually cold, July breeze. The quicker she ran, the colder it seemed, and already, goosebumps had formed over the white of her skin. Ignoring the unseasonal chill, she pressed on. The voices of the twins, Violet and Lilac, echoed through the night as the pair giggled.
Khloe was, as her peers often described her, “a beautiful girl”. Her skin, light and soft, a feature sought after by many a girl of her age. Her eyes, large and blue, were admired by all. But oh, her hair, her hair was her defining feature. Long and red, it was her pride and joy. It reached below her shoulders, wavy and soft to the touch.
Tonight, she had worn a dress, much to her inconvenience now. It was short, shoulderless and white, reaching near halfway up her porcelain thigh. Small roses of pink and yellow decorated the fine fabric, in a pleasing way. Now, however, she struggled to run in the tight fitt