Lametta Foil and Liquorice (SumnerzAngel)

The bubblegum pink of the walls overshadowed the green in her eyes. She finally lay the dripping brush on the floor beside the pair of crimson shoes she had chosen for the day and wormed a liquorice lace into her mouth. Licking her lips, she surveyed what she hoped was a mess.

The shudder that ran through her skin was not one of physical chill; Christmas should have been a great time, but the baby’s birth had ruined all the plans, so now her elder sister was hanging lametta strands in the bedroom that was supposed to be her own.

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