Lies of a Story Teller

A New Color

Dear Adrain,

            I found a new color. I can't describe it to you, obviously, but I know you'll want me to try so I will do my best.

            Oh Adrian, it is an atrocious color, really. I don't like it at all. I think it's...dark. Like brooding, if you know what I mean. If you were painting a picture, you'd use this color to make the painting really moody and thoughtful and just a tiny bit ghastly. As if you were looking at something dirty.

            At first touch, it feels like satin. It's silky and smooth and you want to envelope yourself in it and fall asleep and never wake. But what you don't realize is that it is also heavy and strangely sticky. Reach into it and you will not be able to leave. It will cling to your skin, wrap you up, and suffocate you.

            It's smell is sickly sweet, like old fruit left in the sun too long. It is sugary and overpowering. It reaches out and lures in the unsuspecting victim with its scent of crushed rose and flowing honey, but that is the trick. Taste the honey, the fruit, the sugar and the poison inside will be revealed. The first taste will be the last because it will infect the body, the mind, the spirit and destroy all of them in one felling blow. Perhaps you will live on, a day, a week, a month, a year, maybe ten years, but that is the curse of it. It doesn't kill you quickly. It is a slow poison that allows the infected to brood on his mistake until death.

            It is the color of a man sitting in his window at night with binoculars, staring into the open rooms of dressing women. It's the color of a smoker's future after a diagnoses of lung cancer. It is color of a child hiding under the sheets because something, really this time, is in the closet, watching. It is car wrecks and divorce and miscarriages all wrapped into one.

I told you that it was a horrible color. There's not a thing pleasant about it at all. It's so...human. That's it. It's human. All the way to it's rotten core, it is rotten. It stinks of lies and murder and lust and death.

I had hoped that the first color I found would be pleasant. My prayers are that may have better luck than I.

                                                                        Love forever,

                                                                                    Evelyn