Screw blue

We decided to forgo the color blue. I felt it represented the blatant and petty nature of the sky, and you blamed the hue for a slight clicking sound in your jaw when you spoke.

We assembled our azures, piling them in the backyard. Your poured the gasoline, I lit the match. The flames were high. You mentioned that maybe we’d been hasty.

I ran into the house, devouring a “forgotten” blueberry pie.