Short stories

Colour Series: Blue

It was a beautiful clear day. Not a single cloud in the sky. In a small park, somewhere in Australia. Two strangers were sitting in the park. Two men together sitting on a bench. One had been colour blind his whole life. The other, only half. The man who was colour blind his whole turned to the half colour bind man and asked him, "You have Only been colour blind half you life correct?" The man replied with a simple nod. The man understand the signal and continues. "Then will you please explain what the colour blue looks like? It pains me to know it is my wife's favourite colour yet not know what it is." The half colour blind man tenses for a second. Memories flashing through his mind. A rogue tear slowly makes it way down his face.

Age 21, Evan sits in a hospital bed as he slowly watches the world fade away. Darkness overflowing his view. Evan opens his eyes a few hours later lying down on a different. A successful brain surgery, almost. Some how during the surgery the doctors had messed up some part of his sight. Evan could no longer see colour. He turn to face his girlfriend who was standing next to his bed holding his hand. She was smiling wearing a beautiful "grey" necklace. Evan sits up properly and looks around at the room. It was the same as before same ugly chairs, disgusting view of the polluted city, dull fake flowers. The difference there was no colour. They were just different shades of grey. Tears begin to stream down Evan's face.

He turns to his girlfriend who had been trying to get his attention for the past few seconds. A look of confusion is washed over her face as she wipes away his tears. "What's wrong, Evan?" The girlfriend asks her boyfriend. A simple line extracts from his mouth, "I can't see any colour..." The girlfriend covers her mouth in sadness and mixed horror. The couple leave the hospital, unable to do anything. Since they did not know how this had happened. There is no confirm area or proof that the doctors had done this. Even if they did it was near impossible to figure out how to fix it.

The girlfriend and the boyfriend return home. All Evan does is lay in bed and whine about his disappearance of colour. Sadness is all he can see, the emotion displaying the colour on the walls. Just multiple shades of that one colour. The girlfriend losing her patience leaves him. Unable to take care of the pair on a single income.

Colours paint the rooms. Not literally. Only visible to Evan. His mind and emotions mixing. 'She has a point. I'm just being a cry baby.' Evan thought to himself. The sensible side of his mind was finally working again after days of sadness. The wall of, what some may call, depression was finally broken.

A shower and some deodorant later, Evan was happier and prepped to go outside for once in a long time. Darkness paints the sky like a artist and their canvas.

"Blue is the most beautiful yet painful colour in history my friend. It's sadness yet happiness."