Even Rainbows Have Problems

Blue was feeling down. He was at the weekly get-together with the rest of the rainbow gang and they were discussing whether or not to make an appearance the next day. Heavy rain was forecast for the Wellingborough area, so that was a possibility; someone would have to check in with the sun to see if he was available for a few hours.

Indigo, the most compassionate of the group, noticed her friend’s glum face and his detachment from the conversation bubbling around him.

“What’s up, Blue?” she said. “I feel your heart isn’t with us today.”

Blue shimmered. An envious green glowed around his edges for a moment as he watched Orange and Yellow joyously chattering away, vibrant and glowing under the sun beaming in from the window.

He felt excluded from their youthful excitement and enthusiasm. Compared to them, he considered himself plain, ordinary, and boring. “I’m different from the other colours. No one likes me,” he said to Indigo. “Why would anyone want to see blue? I just make people feel sad.”

He looked, disapprovingly, over at Red who was leaning forward, his hands on his knees, passionately declaring his love for Violet. He was hopeful that his powerful presence and resemblance to a romantic rose would make him irresistible to her sweet and modest nature. 

Shy violet had lowered her head and fluttered her eyelashes innocently. Blue snorted. His way of dealing with such things was much more cool and reserved. He found the amorous display very uncomfortable, and the intensity of it all was far too aggressive for his liking.

“I don’t fit in here,” Blue said to Indigo. “No one will miss me if I don’t turn up tomorrow.”

She oozed with spirituality and prepared to do some healing meditation for him. She took his hands in hers and closed her eyes. “Ommmm,” she started.

“I appreciate you trying to help,” he interrupted, pulling back. “Thanks Indy, but I think I’ll go find somewhere cool and sit by myself for a while.

The door opened and a refreshing breeze came in as Green entered the room with the sweet smell of freshly mown grass lingering in her wake. She had been sitting outside in the fresh air where she was most comfortable.

Noticing Blue’s cool demeanour, she thought he looked sad and alone within the group and, although Indigo was trying to help, it was obvious that her magical vibrations weren’t working.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re here, Blue!” Green plopped down beside him. “I can’t wait for our display tomorrow. I love to see your serene blue settle over everything like a gentle, calming blanket. You make everything feel safe, somehow. The humans are always saying that there’s nothing they like more than a deep blue sky. And you make my emerald tone stand out so much stronger! I’m so jealous – I wish I was blue!”

Blue smiled at Green, suddenly feeling better. He loved Green – she always had a way of bringing new life into a wilting situation. “Blue and Green – Nature’s team!” He chanted, playfully.

“Come on,” he said, “Let’s go and grab Yellow and decide where we can plant the pot of gold for tomorrow.”

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Perri Dodgson

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Perri Dodgson was born into an RAF family, which meant travelling extensively and receiving a disjointed education. Her first job was a layout designer for a publishing house, then for twenty years she worked in the care sector, looking after the elderly and mentally ill. Now retired and living in Wellingborough, England, and after joining a writing group, she discovered the joy of writing. She has had features published in magazines and online literary magazines and been ‘highly recommended’ in a national competition. She also explores interior design and embroidery. Currently she is researching for her book which will be a biography.

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