This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.]
The girl in a yellow A-line frock running towards the guava orchard. Her unruly hair flying behind her. The prim white rounded collar of her dress strangely complementing the flush on her cheeks.
She trips and falls. Picks herself up, starts running again. She knows better than to make a fuss.
She climbs the guava tree, perches herself on the thickest branch, chews an unripe fruit and makes believe she is a character in a book. She knows the branch may break, but what is one injury more or less when she is in paradise?
Sunshine- the girl in Yellow.
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.