Matthew Rondeau

As Purity stood there next to Gabriela, holding the woman’s hand, the world around her swirled in marvelous colors. The pink and white clouds; bright, blue sky; the red-orange-yellow of the sun; deep, blue sea; and the green-brown sprawl of land below all spiraled together in a whirlwind of holographic magic. A howling wind blew circles around them, whistling in Purity’s ears and blowing her hair across her face.