The Cliché Of Life Comments

The prismatic colours in the oil spills on the garage floor jazzed up the drab surroundings. The home mechanic muttered an expletive under his breath as something nicked his finger, and quickly sucked at the red beading. The gleaming bonnet closed with a satisfying click; the finale after two years of work on the car that he had bought at auction the day their daughter left for unknown climes. He and his wife hoped that she could make it down for her eighteenth birthday party that they had put together.

A crystal laugh delights, engenders some highlights
in eyes that oft endear, outshine a chandelier.
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