Monday, 22 October 2012


Take a colour, Esther says.  Take a colour, take lots of colours, take as many as you like, and fill the paper.  Fill the paper with colours that sum up your mood and how you’re feeling.  Fill lots of paper if you want, just draw how you feel.  Go on.  There’s no right or wrong.  No one’s going to judge what you do.  Just try it and see how it goes.  No right, no wrong.  Play with it.  See what happens.

The others, they set to it.  Fergus holds a stubby red crayon between his thick, hairy fingers and his meaty hand draws loops looping round and round, filling the page with elegant sweeps, his eyes unblinking as though this is some sort of miracle and he mustn’t miss a millisecond.  Laura draws a pink unicorn, trust her, and Billy scrapes back his chair, says this is all bollocks, and stomps off out for a smoke, Esther straggling after him going wait Billy, just give it a try okay, her voice fading out into the corridor.

I don’t wanna ‘play’ with Esther’s stupid crayons.  She thinks she knows how it is, fluttering in here in her shiny new blue car, fresh from her pretty house with its just-so décor, matching kids and soft-hearted husband, gaggles of giggling friends and a family: a family; people to notice if she ceases to be.

I stare at my page.  What colour is there to capture the flat sterility of my life, the time passing within the bubble of my four walls where nothing happens unless I move, no one speaks unless I turn on the telly or talk out aloud, aimless hours blending into one timeless monotony as I drift through the doldrums of solitude, while a busy world, the ‘normal’ world bustles on around me, without me, and there’s no one to notice I’m not there.

What colour are you thinking of, Gina?  Esther asks, hovering over my shoulder.

What colour is there to capture the fact she’s the first person who’s spoken to me in days; that I walked into Fergus on the way in here on purpose, just to feel another person’s touch; that when we’ve finished this latest session of stupid games I will wander the streets, squandering time until the inevitable happens and I return to my empty home.

Come on Gina, Esther wheedles.  Choose a colour.

I kick the table.  It lands with a crash, crayons and paper scattering across the floor.  Esther blinks, but honestly, what does she expect?  I can’t explain that I can’t explain, and someone like Esther will never understand that she’ll never understand.


  1. Sounds like a blank page would sum her up perfectly...

  2. So true that even something that seems simple, choosing a color to draw with, would be difficult. I feel Gina's hopelessness and frustration in this piece.

  3. A wonderful piece, I really feel the emotion.


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