Yellow

c. J Sarmento 2008

c. J Sarmento 2008

The hanging bulb gave yellow light to the scene. Yellow light to the yellow man writing on the yellow tablet atop a yellow desk in a yellow room.

“Dear…”

He was stumped at Dear. Who was Dear? What was Dear? Where was Dear? If he knew, would he be here, sitting in the yellow light, staring at the yellow paper?

He had come to this room, his mother’s room, because it was hers, of course.  Because he had never quite left this room since childhood. Because he had not been in this room since her death.

“Dear…” he wrote again, following the shaky black lines over and over and over on the yellow.         

“…Momma,” he scrawled. 

But seeing her name, the name only he had called her, caused him to choke. He could taste the yellow bile rising in the back of his throat.

With deep black gashes, he struck Momma from the page.

And cocking the pistol, he wished, for a moment, that he could stay to see red wash away all the yellow.

©S.Rogers 2008

2 thoughts on “Yellow

  1. wabaurle says:

    I like this. It’s so compressed, but functional. I found it by clicking the tag surfer link. Best of luck with your writing!

  2. catgem says:

    waburle — thank you for taking the time to read and comment — and also for your well wishes 🙂

Thank you for letting me know you were here.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s