The Colour of Broken

<p>A dark secret ...</p><p>Yolande Lawrence-Harrison was hiding a dark secret. She'd returned to her hometown of Tarrin to help her ailing grandmother in <em>Flowers for Fleur</em> where she had to put her engineering career aside to learn the science of flower art.</p><p>A note ...</p><p>As Yolande fussed with the pale pink roses in the basket of her grandmother’s 1950s Raleigh Cruiser bicycle she discovered a note. Yolande fumed at the pitiful manners and pure arrogance of the wording and after numerous exchanges she became irritated by the persistent annoying pig-headed obstinate human being who wouldn’t take no for an answer.</p><p>Beware ...</p><p>But when Alexander Parker walked into <em>Flowers for Fleur</em> her thoughts scattered. However she refused to inhale the luring potion he offered. She could see through his projected facade where his perfection was a practised deceit. She wondered if she could see through his pretence could he see through hers? Could he see that she was damaged hiding a past that ate<br />away at her core allowing the darkness to engulf what was left of her inner light. Could he see that she was the colour of broken?</p><p>Run ...</p><p>Yolande wanted to run. Away from the flowers. Away from Alexander Parker. But she couldn’t. Her grandmother’s life was fading as she battled the incurable Meniere's disease and she needed to choose whether to fight her past or not ultimately exposing her inner demons in order to save her grandmother and herself from the same fate.</p><p> </p>