An Exercise in Style - A Bitsnbobs Mini-Series (Rainbow).

exercise in style -8

look - there's a guy called Queneau, French Guy, he wrote a book. It inspired me, hence this mini-series here on the blog which is running all through the month of October. This is day 8. It's all explained here.

Day 8 Rainbow.

It is difficult to say with any certainty whether the colour of the blanket we covered him with was violet or indigo. Lying there in the snow though, we could see that he needed one. He was blue with cold and there seemed a certain irony that the blue flashing light of the police car gave the scene an eerie feeling of a blue movie.

The smashed bottle was green, and the thousand pieces glinting in the also sparkling snow fittingly looked like a chrysanthemum, the flower of the dead.

The front door had clearly been freshly painted; buttercup or sunshine yellow it was clearly a feminine touch as the house itself is the oldest in the village and any man around these parts would have left it like that. This door spoke of energy and youth as well as feminine beauty and care.

Orange.

We thought it was blood at first, but it was all that remained of the wine that hadn’t been drunk before the bottle was smashed; the snow had drained the intensity of the Tinta from the grapes.

The roses were red of course; the petals – there must have been hundreds – lay on the snow waiting for someone to pick them up, as they might a letter on their doormat.

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