Bright Colors That Have No Names
It’s Christmas Day and they are gathered in the living room when Brother #3 asks what is that plant, the plant on the table, the plant with the brown leaves; and Tired Father says those leaves aren’t brown, they’re red, that’s a poinsettia, can you see the red asks Tired Father, turning to Brother #1; and Brother #1 says he can see that one part of the poinsettia is darker than the other, but looking at the leaves he can’t tell which part of the poinsettia is red, maybe it’s just a trick of the light…
A short story by Seph Murtagh.