I captured the color yellow and didn’t tell anyone. It was a gradual process.
Gardeners wept as daffodils and chrysanthemums turned sickly pale. Artists mourned the fading yellow paints on their palettes and from the world’s greatest paintings.
Eggs no longer sizzled sunny side up.
Without yellow, green-leafed trees and grasses turned blue. There were no more green vegetables. Mothers admonished their children, “Eat your blues and grow strong.”
Emeralds were treated as ordinary sapphires. Kermit the Frog became just another Smurf.
I smile as I dab a bit of yellow on my lips. His yellow Ferrari is now primer gray.