Mercita Isebell

Drama

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Mercita Isebell

Drama

Colour

Colour

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"Come along! The show is about to begin," a sharp voice pierced through my day dreams.

I surveyed myself in the mirror. The same thing. Same makeup. As usual. Thick black liner lining my eyes, not in an elegant or intimidating way, rather childish and comical. Splotches of rouge on my cheeks and the rest of my face painted white, except for my lips- thickly lined with a dark red pencil filled with lipstick of the same shade. Oh...and my nose, a red blob as big as Rudolph the red nose reindeer.


I hated colour.

I hated colour of any sorts.

Bright oranges, dark reds and sunny yellows. But I myself was adorned in those colours. I liked only black. A colour void of any colour.

But she loved colour. She was the only spot of colour in my dark dull life. She made me smile. She made me crack jokes, which even I wouldn't find funny.

"You are a joker. You are MY joker," she would say.


But then one day she left me. She left me for a better 'joker'. She left me for someone more brighter. She left me because she realized I was too dull for her. "Are you coming or not?" The same irritating voice called again.

I wiped my tears and adjusted my pom-pom hat.

The joker had to go.

The show was about to begin.


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