Just A Spark

"Just hold that happy thought Peter." She chuckled. "What if ... Well it didn't end up that way?." Peter's smile turned into a frown. "Can we not focus on the negative side anymore? You're always like this!" "Well then, I'm sorry for being realistic!" The woman stomped away. Peter sighed, grabbing his glass of water on the table. He gazed out the window. The sun shined on his skin, making it have an orange hue. His bright green eyes had the pain of a million tragic memories tucked away into the far back of his mind. His wavy strawberry blonde hair was frazzled and tangled as if it hadn't been brushed for a very long time. Peter looked into the view. The chocolate hills and orange sky was a pleasant view but it didn't help Peter's mood. He had an extraordinary plan, a plan that could change the world forever. If only it was more than an idea but even the tiniest of sparks can make a difference.