auburn

The land was auburn coloured, covered with dried stalks of recently cut corn, good fodder for hungry sheep.

“Reminded me of someone I knew back when. Except she has flaming locks of auburn hair. Bless her heart. Just a hair of a different color, but it hurts just the same.”

An auburn couch was positioned beneath a chandelier hung from the light-wrapped olive trees that surrounded the scene.

But when a box of sequined Little Mermaid dolls with auburn locs and cinnamon skin arrived on her doorstep, she couldn’t hold it in.

She wasn’t very tall, maybe coming to Ivan’s shoulder, and she had long auburn hair braided to her waist, with a white kerchief over it.