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tamingthemuseTitle: Of Light and Darkness
Prompts: #368 – Light
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 534
She could see the light in the darkness, the colors in the grey.
Light was for children, in bedtime stories the elders told them, along with the faeries, and the giant green plants that rose toward the blue sky. Light produced colors, and make everything look different and alien. In real life, everything around them was in some shade of blueish grey, and it was sometimes difficult to tell things apart. Colors was like magic ; noone could really explain what it was, what it looked like. It had several other names, like orange, or purple, and nobody knew why. They all had forgotten the difference between them. But Cara knew. She knew what orange felt like, what purple do. She didn't know why she could see the colors. Well, no, in fact, she knew : it was because she could see the light. What she didn't know was why she could see the light.
At the beginning, light hurt. She was little, the first time she saw it, and she had been afraid. She had wished she didn't seen it anymore. Had pretented to. Then she got used to. And she saw the beauty. Everything was brighter with light on it. She realised her hair was different from her friend Sharon's, redish when the other girl's was of some sort of yellow. But she couldn't tell her ; she had to pretend people only had light or dark hair. She wished she could tell everyone how "light" didn't look at all like Sharon's hair in the dark.
Then she met Veruca, who was five years older then herself, and could see the light too. At first, she thought nobody else saw it, that she was the only one with that problem. But Veruca did things, and said things, that only made sense if you saw the light. Everybody taught she was a bit weird, and tried not to hang out with her too much, while not being rude to her. Cara had always done the same, just because she wanted to fit in. Even after she realised Veruca saw the light, she stayed discreet about their friendship. Veruca told her the name of the colors, what they meant. Her grandfather had told her stories about it, how green was the color of jealousy, and red often meant love and passion, but sometimes anger, which was kinda close, when you thought about it. Veruca said that everybody could see the light before, and all the colors, but something happened, and now everyone was in the dark except for them.
When Cara asked what happened, Veruca shrugged, not knowing, and not really caring anyway. And then Cara began to wonder what happened, and who would know. She didn't think her parents knew, nor did her teacher at school. It must be some kind of a secret, like the ones only the president knew. Or a conspiration so secret it had been hidden since the moment the light went out. She wanted to know so badly she started to research everywhere she could, pretending to work on school assignments. She wanted to find out, and she knew she would. It was just a matter of time.
Prompts: #368 – Light
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 534
She could see the light in the darkness, the colors in the grey.
Light was for children, in bedtime stories the elders told them, along with the faeries, and the giant green plants that rose toward the blue sky. Light produced colors, and make everything look different and alien. In real life, everything around them was in some shade of blueish grey, and it was sometimes difficult to tell things apart. Colors was like magic ; noone could really explain what it was, what it looked like. It had several other names, like orange, or purple, and nobody knew why. They all had forgotten the difference between them. But Cara knew. She knew what orange felt like, what purple do. She didn't know why she could see the colors. Well, no, in fact, she knew : it was because she could see the light. What she didn't know was why she could see the light.
At the beginning, light hurt. She was little, the first time she saw it, and she had been afraid. She had wished she didn't seen it anymore. Had pretented to. Then she got used to. And she saw the beauty. Everything was brighter with light on it. She realised her hair was different from her friend Sharon's, redish when the other girl's was of some sort of yellow. But she couldn't tell her ; she had to pretend people only had light or dark hair. She wished she could tell everyone how "light" didn't look at all like Sharon's hair in the dark.
Then she met Veruca, who was five years older then herself, and could see the light too. At first, she thought nobody else saw it, that she was the only one with that problem. But Veruca did things, and said things, that only made sense if you saw the light. Everybody taught she was a bit weird, and tried not to hang out with her too much, while not being rude to her. Cara had always done the same, just because she wanted to fit in. Even after she realised Veruca saw the light, she stayed discreet about their friendship. Veruca told her the name of the colors, what they meant. Her grandfather had told her stories about it, how green was the color of jealousy, and red often meant love and passion, but sometimes anger, which was kinda close, when you thought about it. Veruca said that everybody could see the light before, and all the colors, but something happened, and now everyone was in the dark except for them.
When Cara asked what happened, Veruca shrugged, not knowing, and not really caring anyway. And then Cara began to wonder what happened, and who would know. She didn't think her parents knew, nor did her teacher at school. It must be some kind of a secret, like the ones only the president knew. Or a conspiration so secret it had been hidden since the moment the light went out. She wanted to know so badly she started to research everywhere she could, pretending to work on school assignments. She wanted to find out, and she knew she would. It was just a matter of time.
