Too many people called. First the police, who reported on the road. Then the paramedics. The doctors. All were sympathetic, apologetic.
Then came the calls from the insurance company. They weren't so sympathetic. It was business as usual for them.
The worst calls were from Ebony and my mother. They had so much sympathy it just hurt me more.
I didn't want sympathy, pity, sadness, apology. I wanted James.
Nothing could bring the color back into my life, and I knew it.
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Rain pattered on my hair as I stood in the grass. I could no longer recognize its beauty, but I still had the memory of the green, the color for trees, springtime, and grass.
The color of our eyes.
The stone in front of me, carved with my husband's name, was the only thing that I knew didn't look any different in color. Despite my sadness, I could appreciate how fitting it was.
I sat a bouquet of roses on the ground at my feet. I remembered what they looked like, too.
I let my knees fall to the ground, as weak as I was that day on the intersection sidewalk. But now, there is no one to catch me, to hold me.
Raindrops mixed with the salty tears rolling down my cheeks. I placed both hands on the ground, as if he would feel my touch.
"Happy anniversary, James," I whispered.
I'm not sure, but I believe I saw a glimmer of green.
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Black and White
Kısa Hikaye"Mama? What color are my eyes?" All Jade has ever known of the world is black and white. No color. Nothing. Her mother promises that, as soon as she meets her soul mate, she will know life in color. But how long will the color last? And is she prepa...
