For the first time since The Fall she managed to stretch out her limbs without feeling as if they would break. She could still sense that there was some kind of surface beneath her, even though she could not see nor feel it, and she used it to change into a kind of sitting position while she pondered if she should do anything.

"I wonder if I will get hungry if I stay here long enough?"

It seemed an irrational thought, granted, but she decided that it was just part of the deal when you are mad. Come to think of it, she should be hungry by now (it had been at least half a moon ago since they stopped feeding her), yet she felt fine, even a bit energetic.

Why had they spoken so ill about this place? Perhaps the colours scared them. "I wonder if there was ever a time when they were in colour too?" She tried to imagine them, face by face, but this time with faces like her. As usual she failed.

She remembered the time she had drawn a picture of them and her together like you were supposed to and brought it home. When they saw that she had given them her own features, they were so upset they refused to communicate with her for days.

It always surprised her that they never once asked where she had found the red crayon for their lips. "Red! That's it!" Something bubbled up inside her as she triumphantly found the name of the colour.
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� 1999 Jennie Alibasic
 *NOTE!
These images are totally and completely �Schatz/Omstein 1998.
They do not appear in original quality (I have worked on them using
a computer progam), and hence are not to be seen as fully representative of
the original images. Should there be any objections made of my use of
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