Image courtesy of Dale Rogerson
There are grey spaces in my mind where my memories used to be. Even now, I can’t quite remember the events of that night.
That’s what I tell them anyway. Regret stings yellow and sour at the back of my throat as I swallow down my lies.
It was an accident. It must have been.
Except it wasn’t.
My shame burns red.
Green was the colour of the carpet I loosened at the top the stairs. Blue was your language as you tumbled to the floor.
White are the lilies I lay on your grave.
My soul is black and weeping.
‘A Rainbow of Regret,’ was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly 100 word story challenge inspired by a photo prompt. Hop over to host Rochelle’s blog and read the other entries here, or join in!