"In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet, for just a moment, a yellow sky." He uttered under his breath to his therapist the Reveres had gotten him. These were the first words he had spoken since arriving in America. The waters of the storm still found their way into his thoughts and plagued his dreams. Alexander knew no other life besides the one that he was living now, yet, he finally was starting to understand that life could be kind. The Reveres were kind people, willing to allow him his space, and were genuinely worried about him. But still, no words would pass Alexander's lips and no words had passed through Alexander's lips before that very moment. The therapist sat, spellbound if you will, and watched Alexander look at the floor while his lips moved for the first time in a couple months.

Orange: The color of fire.

Alexander sat in the library next to Peggy, neither of them spoke but both of them knew what the other was doing. No verbal communication was needed to know that Peggy was obsessed with a book and Alexander was writing fervently, and neither one disturbed the other. It took a while but finally The bell rang dismissing both of them. Peggy pick up a bag and walked out the door Alexander scrambled to pick up his papers but they cascaded it to the floor, and while he was on the floor pair of bright orange shoes walked up to him. The orange shoes stopped five feet ahead of Alexander. He looked up.

"Hello, my name is Martha. I am the librarian here. Can I help you?"

Alex nodded.

"What is your name?"

"Alexander."

"Tell me something Alexander, why do write like you are running out of time?"

"I have to."

Satisfied with his answer, Martha Washington helped him on his way.

"Then keep writing Alexander, keep writing and never stop." She whispered as he left.

And he did.

Sorry it's short, but I'll try to update everyday so it doesn't seem so bad.

Published March 2nd 2017