brandydeshea

His hair reminded me of a cross between silk and straw, depending on when during the week you caught him.  It was the deepest ochre, with its own deep blue tones: perfectly natural thanks to his mother. But the single shock of bright blue that hid just under the top layer was all his own. Usually, it rebelled against his wishes and hung over his left eye. He never seemed to mind much, it was just a natural habit from his childhood to brush it to the side. Often, I would hold his cheeks between the palms of my hands, molding them between my fingers until he smiled. He was always looking much too serious. Constantly I would tease him that his

His hair reminded me of a cross between silk and straw, depending on when during the week you caught him.  It was the deepest ochre, with its own deep blue tones: perfectly natural thanks to his mother. But the single shock of bright blue that hid just under the top layer was all his own. Usually, it rebelled against his wishes and hung over his left eye. He never seemed to mind much, it was just a natural habit from his childhood to brush it to the side. Often, I would hold his cheeks between the palms of my hands, molding them between my fingers until he smiled. He was always looking much too serious. Constantly I would tease him that his