Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Thursday, May 24, 2018

A Colorful Short Story

Rita vehemently argued one night that rain had no color.  “Water has no color,” she added.
Samuel wanted to answer with “blue” first.   Then “green.”  But Rita’s dark eyes had gone glossy with conviction.  The last time her eyes did that and he pushed back, she stopped speaking to Samuel for three days.
Samuel simply nodded when she ended the episode by stating authoritatively: “It’s a process, rain.  You can’t give color to a process.”
Blue streak, he thought.
Green with envy.
With a little luck, the rain would turn into white snow.
--Mitchell Hegman

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