Misty Memories

As I sit and eat (another) cheese and onion bagel this morning I see that Jen has an enormous color wheel on her kitchen table because she's going to be repainting her apartment. At first I thought I would just go through and choose some colors for her, but upon seeing all the names of the colors, I have decided instead to write you all a dramatic romance novel-esque story using as many of the color names as possible. Here we go.


Misty Memories
By Brooke Allen

It was a jet black night. Alone in her exotic fuschia room, Bayberry poured herself another glass of iron ore red wine and felt a gentle blush across her precious pink cheeks. She had been waiting for him since early sunrise, and just the thought of his citrus blast yellow hair flowing in the sapphireberry wind made her strawberry freeze with anticipation. He would be arriving soon on his quincy tan steed and she knew her pink innocence would be compromised. Should she stay strong like a silver marlin? How could she when the mere thought of his butte-rock made her vanilla milkshake to the core?
As Bayberry began to fade into a misted green sleep, she suddenly heard a loud pounding on the wheeling neutral door. It was him. Her salmon berry skin faded to melted ice cream and she began to feel her fruit shake. Composing herself she rushed into her darkest grape soft chinchilla fur robe and smoothed her garrison red hair. The door flung open.
"Hello, Bayberry." His voice boomed like a black knight.
"Hello, Sage." Her voice shook like a whispering spring.
"You want me" He said, sweat dripping from his mellowed ivory muscles like lemon drops.
"Never." She lied. Her white vanilla body held strong, but her traffic light green eyes implored him.
"Yes you do, and I want you too." He moved closer to her. His breath smelled strong of American cheese and funky fruit.
"No, never, well, um...ok!" Bayberry pressed her apricot red lips against Sage's titanic rose lips and they began to make gypsy love.
Afterward Bayberry giggled and wiped lavendar lipstick off Sage's patriotic white golden nuggets. He smiled and cleaned the strawberry yogurt from her smoked oyster and they fell into a deep split pea slumber.
When she awoke, the rainforest dew outside her fairmont green cottage cast an elephant gray haze on the coral gables of the morning. Sage was gone.
She ran to the muslin windows and looked outside. A lone gray timber wolf with a white halo stared at her momentarily, then ran off into the blue woodlawn. Suddenly it all made sense.
"So long, my love" Bayberry waved to the wolf. She did not shed a single blue tear drop, for she knew that the next time the full moon filled the baby seal black sky, she would feel Sage's tender pink Texas leather once again.

The End.