By Senay Tash
I seek out the colours of the rainbow when nervous. Red is first, and the easiest; it’s an aspect of my life. But now, driving down the empty countryside, there wasn’t a drop of the colour. I picked at my skin until crimson emerged from my flesh.
Red.
A lonely cone by the road. Orange.
The sun—yellow.
The grass: green.
The sky, blue.
And violet…violet was tricky.
A house rose in the distance. I took a deep breath as Ray parked by the road
“Ready?” he asked.
I lifted the shotgun and aimed at the building’s purple walls.
“Always.”
Dark. Deliciously dark.