She Was Fading
Turquoise.
“My favorite color is turquoise.”
It’s one of the few things that Delilah’s told me outright. She tells me this one night while we watch TV at my place. I was sitting on the edge of the couch and she was lying with her feet resting in my lap. A commercial was on and the sound was on low. So low, we could hear Crow’s drunken snores from the other side of the room on his mattress.
“First of all, I adore the word. Turquoise.” she said as she examined her nails in the glow of the TV screen. “It’s an interesting color; it’s bright but not too bright, it’s a color that makes you think. You’ll never forget it.”
Delilah, if you were a color, you’d be turquoise.
It’s one of the few things that Delilah’s told me outright. She tells me this one night while we watch TV at my place. I was sitting on the edge of the couch and she was lying with her feet resting in my lap. A commercial was on and the sound was on low. So low, we could hear Crow’s drunken snores from the other side of the room on his mattress.
“First of all, I adore the word. Turquoise.” she said as she examined her nails in the glow of the TV screen. “It’s an interesting color; it’s bright but not too bright, it’s a color that makes you think. You’ll never forget it.”
Delilah, if you were a color, you’d be turquoise.