(A Daily Post daily prompt)
Local Color: Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of colour, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which colour) would that be?
I can’t really call this a nightmare scenario, because I dream in colour! But the idea of having my surroundings suddenly drained of so much beauty is certainly distressing. One object in one colour – how can anyone choose?
Leaving the object aside for one moment, the sensible choice of a colour to keep would be red. The colour of blood, the colour of danger, can’t be ignored. It screams, ‘Pay attention!’ Who can forget the little girl in the red coat in the monochrome world of the film Schindler’s List? Red is bold and life-enhancing in so many ways. I have a red leather jacket, which I love. Red adds ‘zing’ to life.
Perhaps, though, red is too stimulating, too overwhelming, to be the only colour allowed. Instead, the one I would choose to keep – the colour that never bores me, that ‘calls’ to me wherever I see it – is turquoise. I’m drawn to every shade of it, from palest aquamarine to deepest peacock. The sea could lose all its other hues – grey, green or ‘ordinary’ blue – as long as there were still some tropical turquoise waves to be seen.
If you insist, though, that I may keep only one object, the choice is maddening. It has to have some kind of emotional significance attached, and it has to be something I’ll see regularly, that I intend to keep for the rest of my life. It can’t be just an item of clothing or my living-room curtains (however proud I am that I made them myself).
My blue topaz and diamond engagement ring might qualify, or the turquoise-glazed mermaid that my mum made in pottery classes when I was a child. Even the turquoise cut-glass decanter that I rescued from a charity shop, because I just couldn’t leave it behind, is still one of my favourite ornaments.
My choice, though, has to be to keep the aquamarine and silver ring that I bought for myself after my dad died. It reminds me of his blue eyes and of a calming pool of water that promises refreshment on a hot summer’s day.
So that’s my final decision – I think. Or would I always be hankering for a splash of red…?