In my English class, we were asked to write a story personifying a color. I chose blue. Here it is. (:
Azul, quietly and thoughtfully, walks along the sidewalk of his neighborhood, rain rolling off of his thin blue sweatshirt. The weather is cold, and puddles cover the ground like wet paint on an abstract piece. Birds have all fled to drier climates, warm and comfortable, fully prepared to wait out the storm. Despite the weather, and the darkness of the night, Azul continues on, a feeling of indifference within him; for he is simultaneously freed by and entangled in the turpitude of his thoughts.
On the grass to his left, Azul sees a wet wooden bench. It appears weathered and worn down. He doesn’t want to go home though- not yet- and so he takes a seat, further dampening his jeans. Gently, he shuts his eyes, and he allows his pervasive thoughts to once again consume him.
At that moment, he can’t help but feel responsible for the rain. As ridiculous as he knows it is, he can’t help but feel that he is to blame for it, as if his iniquities have brought the clouds to tears. Sighing, he shakes his head, in an attempt to return to reality.
Out of the corner of his eye, Azul suddenly sees a figure approaching to his right. He opens his eyes wider, looks in its direction, and notices that it is a girl. Her arms are folded and her head faces the ground.
She wears a blue sweatshirt…
“Hey,” he tells her as she passes him.
She responds, “Hey,” and continues to walk. Her voice is soft, yet it seems almost broken.
Somehow that girl, someone that he has never seen before, has managed to clear away one of the many clouds within the storm of his mind with one simple word. Perhaps, he begins to realize, he isn’t completely alone.
“Wait,” Azul says, standing and facing her. “Mind if I walk with you?”
