I thought this might be fun as I’m a lover of colours and as there is a different hex/RGB each day there is a new invitation/try to produce something creative – until the ‘challenge’ is over at the end of April.
Your contribution can come in any form – art, poetry, flash fiction, a tale of a miscellaneous memory – anything, the only caveat – it has to be inspired by the color of the day. You can join in every single day or simply post at your leisure. – Color Your World, 120 Days of Crayola
Why not join me? 🙂
Here is my contribution towards today’s colour –
“What’s that horrendous smell?”
Carl patted a place at the other end of the two seater-couch. Reluctantly moved a vibrantly coloured cushion in fuschia tones. “Please sit down, I can’t stand you hovering like that.”
Hesitantly, Dale lowered himself. But, found he had to remove yet another cushion – this time in brightest firey red – to find place for his skinny buttocks. His housemate had a tendency to fill up his personal room with colours and cushions. Everywhere you looked something dazzled at you; sometimes, you found yourself sitting on it.
And, then there were the smells. Exotic kinds of fragrance oils that he burnt, which made you feel different…
“Isn’t it a pleasing sweet fragrance?” Carl asked, looking at him solemnly over the top of the boisterous, bold cushions of which he hugged.
“Well, not really.”
Carl arched an eyebrow.
“It’s worse than the…last one.” Dale said, not quite recalling the name of the last oil fragrance Carl had burnt in the same ceramic dish that now stood before them on the coffee table. Heating the vile ‘Vivid Tangerine’, making it sizzle and pop, and hit the high ceiling in the converted eighteenth century townhouse. It was nothing like tangerines – not the tangerines he knew!
“Oh dear.” Carl sighed. “I thought with this one, I might have converted you.”
“Nope.” Dale struggled to get out of the deep sinking cushion of the settee. He felt dizzy.
“You’re not looking too well.” Carl observed. Hands patting the stacked cushions on his lap.
“No, I don’t think I…” Dale saw momentary blackness before passing out.
Pinky and Firey gently put aside, Carl raided the stunned man’s trouser pockets. Finally, locating what he’d been searching for since last Wednesday: the stolen vial of Burnt Sienna.
What had his thieving housemate been doing with his special potion?
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Copyright – the colour chart by colourlovers.com; story/artwork by Faith McCord
Copyright Faith McCord 2016
Story and artwork belongs to Faith McCord who is the author and artist holding the copyright. This is not a public domain work. Worldwide rights.