Random Burst of Inspiration
Feb. 13th, 2006 02:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cinaedHopefully I'll be able to continue this tomorrow, but right now I'm going to bed.
If she closed her eyes and tilted her head at just the right angle, Alison could taste rainbows. She always laughed at people who told her rainbows didn't have a taste, because she knew they were wrong. Rainbows tasted like perfection, with the subtle blends of color, the tangyness of orange, the spiciness of red. One day, after the rain had soaked her through and the sun was brightly shining, she lifted her arms above her head and began to gulp down rainbows as quickly as she could, unable to keep from twirling in estacy at the tastes that overwhelmed her tongue.
It was then that her family took her to a quiet room where a man with a kindly smile but unkindly voice sat and tossed question after question at her. She remembered how the questions felt like punches.
If she closed her eyes and tilted her head at just the right angle, Alison could taste rainbows. She always laughed at people who told her rainbows didn't have a taste, because she knew they were wrong. Rainbows tasted like perfection, with the subtle blends of color, the tangyness of orange, the spiciness of red. One day, after the rain had soaked her through and the sun was brightly shining, she lifted her arms above her head and began to gulp down rainbows as quickly as she could, unable to keep from twirling in estacy at the tastes that overwhelmed her tongue.
It was then that her family took her to a quiet room where a man with a kindly smile but unkindly voice sat and tossed question after question at her. She remembered how the questions felt like punches.
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Date: 2006-02-13 09:42 am (UTC)