drabble: refraction (Anneka/Ross)
She goes through a thousand moods a day; a veritable Crayola fun-pack of emotion, every hour a new colour that blends into the last with hardly a flicker and the next with no complaint.
The dull sleep-hazed yellow-green of morning becomes an angry yellow-orange if the coffee's held up, threatening to become orange-red if the grey calm of tobacco isn't there to smooth the edges on her jangled nerves; an exotic multilayered rainbow boredom cocktail cultivates itself around late morning as she stalks around the apartment trailing cigarette smoke and lace, deciding the mark today's feathers are to make on the landscape. Warm tan coloured coffee saturates the palette; the colours pick up speed, become more vibrant as the day goes on. Brilliant greens and glittering purples, warm fleeting pink mixed with the calm serenity of blue - her eyes, the quick smile over her fruit plate, her favorite shoes; the lipsticked kiss of her mouth, the white-gold ring she turns around and around on her finger as she thinks, the opal within carrying its own rainbow. A thousand colours for a hundred thousand moments, refracted through the prism to show themselves and then back again into a single uncarved beam of light.
The dull sleep-hazed yellow-green of morning becomes an angry yellow-orange if the coffee's held up, threatening to become orange-red if the grey calm of tobacco isn't there to smooth the edges on her jangled nerves; an exotic multilayered rainbow boredom cocktail cultivates itself around late morning as she stalks around the apartment trailing cigarette smoke and lace, deciding the mark today's feathers are to make on the landscape. Warm tan coloured coffee saturates the palette; the colours pick up speed, become more vibrant as the day goes on. Brilliant greens and glittering purples, warm fleeting pink mixed with the calm serenity of blue - her eyes, the quick smile over her fruit plate, her favorite shoes; the lipsticked kiss of her mouth, the white-gold ring she turns around and around on her finger as she thinks, the opal within carrying its own rainbow. A thousand colours for a hundred thousand moments, refracted through the prism to show themselves and then back again into a single uncarved beam of light.
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