Eyes almost cobalt, Neil was her blue-eyed boy. Amber with hair to match and a temper on-the ready to flare . Born yellow with jaundice, Sunny lived on to fill the house with laughter. Petal, dear Petal, with parrot eyes and always rescuing animals. Indigo, her daydreamer child, mostly lost in Piscean waters.
She hears their voices in the deep of night. Sees their faces in vibrant colour behind closed eye-lids.
She remembers how they were taken away, one by one, only she can’t remember why.
That must be when the colours started to leave her. Now she sees the world only in monochrome.
Or, perhaps, grays are the only colours in the psychiatric ward.