Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off
I promised her I’d bring home the purple curtains on my way home.
When I got home, she greeted me with a soft kiss on my cheek. She’d been curled up sick the whole day, nothing but soup and Meryl Streep to keep her company. I had brought home take out Chinese, which she promptly got from me to serve on plates. It was take out, but she still wanted to eat it with some finesse.
As she laid out the food, I went back to my car and brought out the heavy rolls of curtains. As soon as I stepped into the house, her lips pursed.
“That’s not purple, that’s magenta.”
I told her the curtains were more blue than red, but she insisted they were the wrong shade. I argued that the store has no return policy and that these curtains were fine as they were. She disagreed. Vehemently.
I tried putting them on the windows so she’ll see what they’ll look like, she stormed off with all the curtain rods, hiding them inside her closet.
I finally gave it up and we sat down and ate the General Tso chicken in silent candlelight. We went to bad without a word, simultaneously putting out the lamp.
It was our first time not to go to bed without a kiss.
The very next morning, I told her I was legally color-blind.
This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.