This is my first attempt at 55 Fiction
It was pouring heavily. She got down the red BEST bus and hurriedly walked down to the beach holding her purple umbrella. Blood stains are still visible on her yellow dupatta. She opened her bag and threw the blood stained mauve shirt and black pants into the waters.
20 years is too long a wait.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
(Prompt: Your post should have five different colours acting as adjectives for five important words, around which your write-up revolves.)