Blue is the colour of fear. That’s how it’s been ever since I saw the turquoise mother ship hovering over the city. I hid my face against Mum’s breast, not comforted by reassurance it was a concert hall. I’d seen the dark blue anti-grav beams, and I knew not to look into the light.
Red is the colour of greed. Well, of greed and anger. But the two go together, don’t they?
At twenty-seven I met you, haloed in forest glow. Green is the colour of safety. We lived green and happy until our son’s birth. He was ultramarine.
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