Fall
White is the color of everything he hates.
White is the door to his soul, smudged with bloody handprints.
He sits and stares out the window with a strand of pearls cool in his grasp. Tomoe's comb is on her vanity, pale in a sea of purple hair-ties. The grass is green. …Her kimono is white, hanging on the back of the door. The sky is blue like her obi. The dirt is brown like her sandals…the ones with white straps.
The world is a rainbow and it helps him forget (remember). Her kimono is white…
The planks of the fence in the yard are dark, and the dogwood tree sheds in front of it. He watches and tries to pretend it doesn't matter that, from a distance, its petals look like snow.
Fin.