Week 3 (07.21.06) (UDC 1) – Colors to Remember…
11. red
The first memory she has of her mother is of the color red. Red like fire and it is the first thing that captures her full attention as she reaches out and catches a tiny handful of it, curious. Curious to know what the stringy substance is… and then a rumbling chuckle and unfamiliar words reach her untrained ears.
"No, little one. You can not have my hair."
As the red srings retreat from her grasp, she does thing only thing she can: make her displeasure known to the world. Soon, the red returns, and with it, a cooing voice to sooth her.
12. grey
She stood by the book case, staring at her grey stuffed animal. Had it always been this grey? It was hard to recall… "Dad?"
"Yes?" he asked from the doorway.
"Was Nebula always this grey?"
"Used to be whiter," he told her as he smiled and left her to it.
As she sat down on her bed and ignored the mess she'd made, she continued to stare at the stuffed animal. So much had happened, and time had passed, and white had faded to grey… "I'm going to clean you up. Today."
Nebula only answered her with knowing and awkward silence.
13. white
It wasn't the white she'd expected. Not crisp, and clean, and new… but an off-white. Cream, almost. She set it on her bed and inspected it from every angle to see if there were any spots she had missed. Not seeing any smudges or imperfections, she nodded in satisfaction. "Better." She turned to find her mother standing in the doorway, and tried to smile.
"All cleaned up?" her mother asked with a somber smile.
She nodded. "Yes."
Her mother nodded and held out a hand. "Come on, then. Dinner."
"Can Nebula eat with us tonight?"
A pause… "Of course."
14. black
She had never seen a creature like it before as she laid, snug in her mothers arms, and watched as it jumped and landed on the chair arm. It was black with a patch of white on it's chest… with golden eyes that were curious as it sniffed her.
Her mother tilted her toward the creature for a better look, and the creature sniffed once more and then jumped down to the floor again. She laughed and her mother looked down at her, smiling contentedly. "I think she likes you, little one."
15. blue
Who was this person her mother had handed her to? All she knew for the present was that she liked his clear blue eyes. He seemed nice as he met her silent stare with his own confusion.
How long they stared at one another, she didn't know, but they were interrupted by a familiar chuckle. "Luke, she's probably more confused than you."
The man with the blue eyes blinked and nodded. "True. Hello, little one." And then he touched her in her mind and she let out a laugh again. "So precious."
"Yes. She is."