Pray To Forget

Colour.

There were an array of choices along the walls in the primary colours: yellow, red, and blue. They also were short like Uhura. I look down at myself. My lithe, cream-pale, body was shrouded in a once white chilton. Now it was the colour of dirty lint.

Colour was an interesting thing at the Papal Mainframe. We observed many but wore and used little. I liked Uhura's dress, but in the blue colour, I felt it captured your attention like a lion captures its prey.

I push hangers down the rack; I had no idea what my size would be. I decided on a medium. It seemed to be the middle size, the "median".

Jim directs me to the dressing room. Inside of the small chamber, I discard the old, discoloured garment and done the clean, new, unused dress. I twirl around, facing the mirror. It was sensational.

I emerge from the tiny room with a new found confidence. "Blue looks very nice on you." Jim says. My cheeks flush scarlet again.

I made a mental note to add deep, royal, blue to my list of favourite colours. It reminded me of the law some how. I disregarded my thought.

My other favourite colours had to be the green of the emerald statute in the courtyard of my birth home. It was one of my oldest memories, and therefore, most dear. I only had a limited amount of memories surrounding my life before the Church.

Caused by a vanadium impurity, Emeralds were ranges of beautiful greens. This statue of a Catra, a large cat spirit that protected my people from disease, was a deep colour. It was  unlike that of the forest, yet the grass was to dull to describe it. It radiated healing and power. The green was rich and as vibrant as the children the statue kept well.

The faint pink that lingers with pale blue in a frosty dusk. It was soft and un-threatening. I watched the sun fade to see the rosy pink grace the night sky. I once saw a foreign dignitary' s wife wearing a gown of silk, the colour a perfect likeness of the sky's palest hue, as they negotiated with the Church.

When asked, however, I would most likely say my favourite colour was grey. In the Papal Mainframe, colours are limited. Within the limited colours, only certain ranks can wear the more flourishing variety. My choices were white, an egg shell yellow that I detested, black, crimson, and grey.

I mostly picked grey.