Regina
“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Sandy asked skeptically, “They are just flowers, pretty flowers, actually. That color is really amazing.”
The color reminded me of dried blood, but I wasn’t going to mention that. The red-black blossoms were very dramatic and immediately put me in mind of a dark romance, or a thriller.
Keagan blinked owlishly behind his thick glasses and regarded Sandy incredulously. “How can you work for a major publishing house and not appreciate the power of literary symbolism? We use concrete images to represent abstract ideas all the time.”
Sandy’s expression went from adoring to annoyed in a nanosecond. “Of course I appreciate literary symbolism, but this isn’t a book, Mr. Scott.” She straightened her shoulders and glared up at him. “Its just
