Staring at the purple sky I walked along the long stretch of gravel accompanying the river.1
It was a Thursday evening, late towards the end of jury. I was alone,as usual in the mid afternoon mix of artists, tourists, couples and families. All busy in their own minds- thinking, pondering, dreaming. Not one had a look of regret for the winter breeze that carried small Santa clause weeds across the grassy paths towards the open road.2
I strolled snuggled up in my violet cardigan with my wrap around bow. An accessory from a fine vintage shop my partner had passed on his first visit to my mothers hometown in the country. 3
“This is you,” He said rushing into the shop. His hand already in his pockets digging out a Fifty dollar note and handing it to the cashier who smiled at the quick sale.4
I fingered the bow with my chipped, lavender painted fingernails. I was not a beauty, neither was I a work of art that the lord had sculptured for the sole purpose of catching ones eye, but I had always had a fine eye for beautiful things and on special occasions as such I would paint my nails to tailor my mood.5
Lavender- The color we had chosen to build our home, our life and our family together- It was the color of I do and the future we had already built together. Though underneath the misty twilight clouds I could see no future only darkness looming into nightfall. 6
I was close to home now. Only a few houses away now. Not to far to go and although I basked in the moment mother nature had presented for me I resented it all the same for not being able to share my evening walk with my partner.7
I stopped at my paint chipped fence and opened the gate towards my weedy footpath. It felt good to be home. There was no place like it. My save heaven away from the world. I adored my mothers cottage.8
Behind me a soft wrinkled hand stopped me and I spun around to meet eyes with Mrs. Bloom. She had aged well in the time I had known her and she always walked by my mothers cottage at the same time every evening to buy a blackberry cheese cake for her husband for desert at the local bakery.9
In her hand she held a wicket basket. Mrs. Bloom held the basket towards me ushering me to take it. I did so politely, but not before Mrs. Bloom gave her condolences to my loss.10
“He was a good man,” She said in a hushed voice as if someone where listening behind us. 11
“He didn't deserve to go the way he did.”12
I nodded thanking her for the magenta treats I could see peeping from underneath a sheet of floral fabric and continued my journey towards the door of my mothers riverside cottage. Taking her words to heart as an appreciation of the man the Riverside loved.13
I fumbled around in my pockets. My amethyst ring glittering in the last ray of sunlight that shone onto the porch. I look up into the evening sky out into lilac shadows that danced between the moon and the sun. 14
It would be a while before Riverside would ever see a sky so magnificent as the twilight I had experienced tonight and as I looked closely at the half crescent moon I could see my partners violaceous eyes sparkling down upon me. Showing me the beauty that remained as life.
Author notes
I know The title is rather lame. But it really fit with what I was trying to portray here. I chose one color and I hope it is okay that I used a medium of the same color to write my story.
Blair
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It was a wonderful, wonderful story. It made me feel like I was really walking with this grieving woman. Some of your sentences were run-ons, so you might want to fix that, but the story was great! I loved that you centered your entire story around the color purple, wonderful idea. I also liked the back ground quite a bit! (Might be stealing it soon!
) There was only a few errors, so it was pretty good gramatically.
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This is really sad
It's always horrible to loose someone close and this story explained that love perfictly. I also enjoyed the sceanary you described, using all the types of purple. Great job, thanx for entering.
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Wonderful
Great write here... I thoroughly enjoyed the use of purple in this, and the different forms of purple you used for description. You did a good thing in subtly telling what happened with the character Mrs. Bloom. Very good work there. I could feel the sense of sadness speaking through the words toward the end there as well.
I did catch a few small errors and I hope you don't mind me pointing them out for future corrections:
Not to [too] far to go and although I basked in the moment mother nature had presented for me [,]I resented it all the same for not being able to share my evening walk with my partner. (p 7)
There was no place like it. My save heaven [safe haven]away from the world. I adored my mothers[mother's] cottage (p 8)
I look[looked] up into the evening sky out into lilac shadows that danced between the moon and the sun (p14)
It would be a while before Riverside would ever see a sky so magnificent as the twilight I had experienced tonight and as I looked closely at the half crescent moon[,] I could see my partners[partner's] violaceous eyes sparkling down upon me. (last paragraph)
That was all I caught It was really good, though, and I highly enjoyed it 
P.S. Purple is my favorite color!!
Thank you for entering the contest
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I really like the title, and the color-scheme of this story =) It's (as always with you) incredibly well written, and I love how (as LadyLionnir said) you use the Mrs.Bloom character to explain what had happened in a very subtle, yet even more emotional way =) The whole piece had great imagery, and I just simply loved it a lot =D Couldn't find any significant errors, and... Well, I just like this a lot, very well written Blair =D
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wow this was great! i loved the detail and i thought the story was really deep. great job
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Beautiful
What a beautiful story part. I don't think this is the full story, am I correct? It was very good.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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I do like! The color theme was absolutely beautiful and gave a certain beauty to the story as well. I liked how you used Mrs. Bloom to tell the reader about the characters loss instead of just coming out and saying it. Great work, as always, and the picture is fitting! Keep writing and good luck in the contest!!
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