Yellow Story
How he had
longed to be part of that magnificent scene, that breathtaking tableau that
left onlookers with their mouths agape... And finally, he was there... Yet,
despite this, he could not shake the feeling of unhappiness; a wave of
uncontrollable neurotic restlessness gnawed at him like a gluttonous
caterpillar, incessantly chewing away at the walls of his insides. When he
caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, he was even more alarmed by
himself. He was a vivid yellow.
“Leaves,
flowers, insects... everything I touch turns this bright yellow; I can't endure
this any longer, my God!” he exclaimed. “I must change! Please create me anew
in lush green!”
He had struggled
and toiled, but at last, he had reached his desired destination, that
magnificent Palette Art Space where autumn transformed into spring. He scanned
the surroundings. Easels, brushes, palettes, paints, paints...
With the joyful
shout of a little one exclaiming, “Look at the primary colors!” he turned his
gaze that way... Red, Yellow, Blue were swirling around, creating chaos. His
goal was clear, but the colors had completely captivated his mind... What
should he do? Which one resonated more with his soul?
He searched for
a long time... He solidified his decision. He approached gently, his insides
trembling. With love, he caressed and opened the lid, pouring the blue paint
into it in one swift motion. In the embrace of blue, as he melted away with
love, the transformation process had begun for both of them.
SABIHA KÜÇÜKTÜFEKÇI
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