By Keith Hoerner
The house stands seemingly happy. Painted blue, it bleeds into the sky, camouflaged, hiding the deep red hurt inside.
“How do you appear so serene?” asks the inside to its out. “How do you not give credence to the suffering inside us?”
“I must maintain hope,” the outside says. “The pain within our facade is already causing stress cracks and chipping in my optimistic veneer. My face was once a cloud-like cream. Now my blueness, though mistaken for a kind of cheerfulness, is actually a shade of sadness.”
“When she passes, ceases her struggle—let us rebuild, recolor, and reinvent ourselves.”
Wonderful story. Very clever.
marvelously portrayed! I love the use of blue.
beautiful!
(wish i could figure out a way to ‘like’ this, but the site options are very different than this dinosaur remembers them)
bravo!
Incredible!
I like how you give meanings to blue and the other colors. Nice word use of daily house items!
You have written for the reader! Thank you. Beautiful use of color!
Getting through life is tough and we really do have to reinvent ourselves or we will never grow!