PERSPECTIVE OF COLOR
Word Count: 325
They could have been friends, the lady who liked blue and the one whose favorite color was yellow. They had a lot in common, a husband, two children, a love of gardening and a similar crush on George Clooney and Johnny Depp. But the perspectives of each were colored by their individual experience. Some thought it went back so far as their nursery walls and mobile tinkling above their tiny white cribs.
“What a beautifully perfect day,” said the lady who liked blue, smiling into the pale dusk of an early sun setting into clouds just hovering on the horizon.
Across town watching the clouds swallowing up the summer sun nearly an hour earlier than its proper setting into the hills was the lady who liked yellow. She made a sour face and snuggled into a shawl grumbling of the cool wind.
Lady Blue had a sweet tooth and when offered a lemonade at the outdoor cafe, pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose, shook her head after one sip. She opened three sugar packets set out for coffee or tea and poured the sweet crystals into her drink. She took a sip, then added three more.
Her counterpart, Lady Yellow, too had ordered the lemonade. She gritted her teeth and promptly asked for more lemon.
Election day in their small town was the event that marked months of heated debate and defiance. Name-calling, mud-slinging, lies, counter-lies and all the necessary denials came down to a town evenly split in half. While one half wondered aloud about the obvious lack of intelligent foresight in the other, the other half did exactly the same. It never really mattered who won in the end, as everyone just rested a while and prepared itself for the next go-round.
The lady whose preference was yellow claimed that politics was not for the honest believer. The lady who would clearly choose blue, believed the very same thing.
