This Moment of Pointless Fiction Brought to You by Colorblind on my iPod

He sat down beside her - staring, perplexed. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, bending her head down for her hair to shield the welling tears in her eyes.

“Okay,” he said, still staring.

Silence permeated the room. She felt hopeless and sad. He felt confused and concerned.



He breaks the silence, “I love you,” he says quietly to her shield of hair. She pauses.

“You say that now?” she bats back as she turns to look at him.

Taken aback by her unexpectedly curt response, he stops to think, then says confidently, “Yes. Yes I do. I have wanted to say it for years. Years. And your vulnerability is my opportunity”.

She sniffles and stops to wonder if this should offend her; if he is taking advantage in her moment of weakness – or if he has been the third wheel waiting for her for years; waiting for this small window of opportunity. She wipes the tears from her eyes and tucks her short strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. She speaks softly to him, “Really?”

“Yes,” he says, as he puts his hand on her damp cheek and moves his thumb just so to caress her pale, soft skin. “You are so intense, so closed, yet, in the moment, so exposed. I have been furtively in love with you for years. But your sadness exposed is my suppressed feelings realized. I love you. I always have. And in this rawest of moments, I love you more.”

“Thank you,” she replies, as she gets up to clean the palette of melted colors from her face. “Would you like a sandwich?”





["colorblind", counting crows]