The Colours of the Day – Bernadette James – 1200 words (Commercial)

It is purple when I wake, the mottled purple of a two day old bruise. I hate purple days, the kind of day that hangs over you like a threat.  Nothing good ever happens on purple days – but what if it hadn’t been purple today? What if it had been another colour entirely?

The Colours of the Day

It is purple when I wake, the mottled purple of a two day old bruise. I hate purple days, the kind of day that hangs over you like a threat and you know that nothing is going to feel right or happy. I don’t know what causes them. Maybe it’s a remnant of an unremembered dream or a presentiment of some kind; maybe it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. I just know that days that start purple never turn out well.

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