Literary Impulse:Prompt — She was a lost colour of the rainbow, neither praised nor chased – appearing and disappearing over a gushing waterfall – hidden in a plump bead of water emitting refracted light Or a wild geranium with violet blooms growing underneath mighty pines, flitting with profusion of unseen, unapplauded, minuscule identities, merged between elevations of earth and sky Maybe an unwanted punctuation to the beauty of nature, a futile existence in unhindered wild; leaping between water bead’s fluidity and flower bud’s confines
