- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Of a Feather
I spun round and you were gone. As if the sun had suddenly disappeared behind the only puffy white cloud in a blue sky.
All those blues. We were talking about blue: sky blue, sea blue, turquoise, aquamarine, blue green.
I turned round to show you the shade and when I turned back you were gone. Leaving me with blue graffiti, a single rook, hearts and scribbles,
the sun making midday shadows, standing stupidly in a pool of black behind your hideously hand-painted, overstuffed blue chair. Where are you?