Reflections: (Smudge of Bananas) The world was dull, not a trace of color. Food was dry and tasteless. Days would carry on stripped of joy. Though one house possessed its one pop of color: the magical spatula. This spatula provided fruits, color, joy, and warmth to all who asked. Though as days went on people became greedy and privileges from the spatula were take away. All fruit was trapped from being used. To this day people simply sit and admire the spatula that contains just a Smudge of Bananas.
Water in a City
Window and a Door
Smudge of Bananas
Apple Trapped
Car Trees
Mirrored with Algae
Hidden Window
Shadows: (Change of a Shadow) Late at night she crept, not to wake the family from their sleep. She waited in the kitchen as the night continued on. The shadow wanted to rest, though because of her nature she just could't find reason. It was at night that she was different. Changing by the hour. Until the sun reached the sky, the next morning. She wasn't considered a person because it was just a series of shadows. Simply a series of shadows that would change in the night.