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There was a putrid scent in the air that had lingered ever since the tire company closed its factory some ten years ago. Little Blue grew up in this small town with the population of 107 and had never once not thought about leaving. The town itself was full of shades of gray. It had once been a colorful place but the colors muted overtime and no one minded to repaint. Little hardly paid attention to her surrounding. The town was too dull for her.
She was named Little because of her small weight at birth but she grew tall and wide. By the time she was eighteen, her father had to made their front door wider to accommodate her growth. Now in the last of her twenties, Little began to hate her name.
Out of the blue, a man in black arrived in his red wagon. He stepped out, all dressed in black and looked like an overly expensive car. But there was a look to his face - something that resembles a sort of knot that needed to be untie - his eyebrows knitted, his nose twitched and his lips twisted in a way that suggested they too might just knot themselves. But when he smiled which was quite often, he was a perfect picture of beauty. Little was immediately smitten with him.
Not surprisingly, his name was Hansen Black. Black became Little's favorite color. She made a little tattoo of a tiny black heart on her left arm using a black marker as the town had no tattoo parlors.
Red was the color the town began to turn. Business began to close and people began to move away. If a business didn't close, there were red paint all over the walls of those business - threats that muddled together as the paint dried. Hansen Black was seen at those places but there was no evidence of his involvement. The townsfolk began to whisper that he used black magic but Little didn't care. She followed him everywhere in secret though she sometimes suspected he noticed her but every time he turned and she was in full view, he appeared not to have seen her.
Weeks passed until all the business closed and all that was left was the town's cafe where the owner - an ancient lady - stood about in her carefree style. She was undeterred by it all. But Hansen Black had his ways. Little witnessed that much. Just a few words from him and the ancient lady was frightened enough to ushered everyone out of the cafe and closed the place.
The town was soon deserted. All but Little's family stayed. She had two younger brothers and one baby sister. Her father, Henry Blue, was a farmer on his own soil. He refused to leave. The Blue family woke each morning to half dried red paint all over the white fences and even in the field where the tomatoes and the lettuces and every vegetable and fruit around were covered in red paint. But Little's father insisted on staying.
Then there came threats - notes nailed to the front porch - each one more threatening than the last - all written in red ink. Hansen Black was seen once in a while standing around near their property and watching, only to leave a moment later in his red wagon.
Little began to dislike Hansen Black. She knew he was there to take over the town but she had hoped that he would be staying but upon listening in on one of his phone conversations, he was not staying after all. He was only there to buy the place through whatever methods he saw fit and then sell it to the highest bidder.
One day, Henry Blue was face to face with Hansen Black in their front yard. Hansen Black was there for one last chat with her father. Little and her siblings were inside the house watching through the windows.
Hansen Black and Henry Blue stood facing each other for a long while but then Hansen Black threw a hand in the air and Henry Blue fell backward.
Little raced out of the house. Her father was dead. She looked up at Hansen Black and a hatred grew. She wished Hansen Black never came to their town and in an instant black confetti were falling from the sky and Hansen Black was gone but his red wagon was still around.
Little buried her father but she had no idea what to do. After some time, new people began to move into town. Fresh paint was everywhere, new houses were built, new business began to popped up and there was no mentioned of Hansen Black.
Little sold the red wagon and used the money to restore her house and the field. Little knew the town was no longer the same and she was no longer just a girl in a small town.
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