To Taste the Rainbow in Lieu of Midnight
When the Professors declared that they had some unspecified fun in store for the weekend, the newly responsible Sister Madly prepared a list of the things she will be needing:
- New Friends
- New Phone Number
- Several Restraining Orders
- Personal Security (bodyguard, yippy dog, Elder God, etc.)
- Something to Snack On
The last little junket she participated in consisted of an urban hike, an appalling BEET and quinoa appetizer, a minor injury and a cranky Sister Madly, whom the Professors tried to mollify by giving her a cocktail that tasted suspiciously of mosquito repellent. This Sister Madly slid down the bar in the true Hollywood fashion, saying that although she appreciated the gesture, she did not like the taste of GREEN.
While she admits this response may have been a bit melodramatic, by no means did it warrant the horrified silence and looks of incredulity. It was as though Sister Madly had just confessed to draining herself of her blood and replacing it with whiskey and BUBBLE GUM.
But it had nothing to do with the Hollywood dramatics- they were rather impressed by her flair, actually; no, it was the fact that Sister Madly can taste the color GREEN.
She still didn’t understand the fuss. An earlier confession of her distaste for COFFEE elicited a similar response, but that was understandable in this land of sushi and ESPRESSO. Tasting certain COLORS has long since been a way of life for Sister Madly, and never once did she think it would be different for anyone else.
And as their curiosity grew, Sister Madly found herself yearning for the days of her childhood, when the only mystery in this world was the mystery of being alive. She began to miss her childhood friend, one who accepted the fact that certain COLORS had tastes, that some had scents, that any number ending in *9* had a door behind it, and that the calendar circled Sister Madly’s house.* She understood what Sister Madly meant when she said that her favorite climbing tree was located where May ends and June begins, and that while there was a decent climbing tree over in December, it was often covered in sap.
*Still does, actually, which is kind of embarrassing.
Then again, Childhood Friend had an imaginary dog whose existence lasted well-past the acceptable age for imaginary companions. She also liked BLACK jelly beans, which is questionable in and of itself. Sister Madly use to throw those into the neighbor’s swimming pool.
But it‘s not that Sister Madly is without an ally: when it comes down to it, she can always rely on Skittles. Skittles understands. Skittles claim that you can taste the RAINBOW, even if they got the flavors wrong. GREEN is way off the mark. GREEN has a taste of stale bitterness, not LIME or GREEN apple.
As for other shades of the spectrum:
- WHITE has a taste that is slightly sweet, similar to tasting fresh water after salt water but without tasting of water
- RED has a taste that is chemical/medicinal
- BLACK has a somewhat prickly feeling just short of shivers, and is often induced by music or other sounds
- INDIGO has an exotic, mildly spicy scent
But even as Sister Madly tried to explain these things, from the sensation of COLORS to the calendar around her house, it was clear that the Professors would never understand. The ever-increasing bewilderment on their faces led Sister Madly to keep these last two gems to herself:
- The phrase IN LIEU OF tastes like tomatoes
- The word MIDNIGHT tastes- and smells- of apple blossoms
Sister Madly likes apple blossoms. Especially in the MOONLIGHT.
POST’S THEME SONG: All My Colors, Echo and the Bunnymen