she was a cyborg
it wasnt sitting well with her shed hiss Frankenstein
he was trying to console her
they were living together before the
accident almost killed her
the room was palelemon coloured
he was confident there was another
name for it and she knew it
he painted it while she was remediatedremade
recovered in the hospital the rehabilitation clinic
it had been a point of contention
she adored yellow its nuances
There’s more
than one hundred yellows, did you know that? she could tell the difference
between them she could tell the differences between any colours
he couldnt
she had taped the yellow paint
card to the wall hellbent on it happening
then he wasnt
now he was hellbent on pleasing
her
he counted the days
she didnt even notice
I hate being this!why didn’t you leave me
alone?
he
smiledhe knew she loved his smileloved he
usually smiled during the most inappropriate times usually
preceding a bout of disarming black humour
No.
Don’t don’t you dare.
his smile grew larger whabig
teeth you have Gramma better to eat you
with
Secretly
their inside joke Did
you want ice cream for dessert No. Though
secretly I do. they concluded itexclamation pointed it with swiftknowing winks secretly Ive always wanted a Six Million Dollar Woman all to myself You had to do until you came
along
stuffing her laughdropping her
eyes I’m veryvery different than I was. big tearsnot pity tears
Look around woudya Im different too
she raised her eyes
Ohmy nearlyhysterical laughter big tears like showering
he took her in his arms
Thank you for
perseveringfor willingwilling
from the very depths of your soul to accept to accept fight an come back
he gently wiped tears from her
eye with the back of his little finger
I can’t feel that.
Tell yawha well find every place on your body thaya can
An I suspectknowing
you theyll be like different huesshades
of yellow an every other damn colour
she grabbed his hand by the wrist
with both hands
it hurt
she didnt know her own strength
hed say later
he was grateful she was homethey
were together pain be damned
theyd learn
You fought me, desperately, on painting
yellow.
Desperate a touch hyperbol . .
. . You excel at it.
I can though methinks desperate
is your turn Yes I fought you anIm sure
we aint don fightin Theres much we have to
learn
Do you still love me?
Love you I love youyour new bits
an pieces too
I don’t recognise me.
I
do Im grateful yare home
AnI have plentyenough
gratitude for us One foot in fron . .
. . Of the other.
Thas my girl
I am your girl.
Yare my girl Thank you.
she smiledsuddenly beautifully
You got a joke
No. it didnt break her smile I got
two birthdays.
Look at you ya do
Anwell tear em up when they
fall I love ya buckwheat I love
every inch of youinside an out from the
tips of your toes to the radiant ends of the hair on your head
AMish, before
6, Monday, 25 7.
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