All The Wrong Colors

The grass was red, flaming and hot. It tickled people's ankles and if you got too close, smudges of soot and red welts spread up your leg. The sky was purple; drippy and thick. Little crumbs of the sky smeared down on the sidewalk and sizzled on the grass. The tree was blue, and it swayed its trunk far over the horizon and seemed to wilt over the grass. I only had three colors in my crayon box. My friends told me it was wrong, my teacher said it was "interesting" and my mom bought me a new box of crayons. But it was too late. The colors had changed and no one could turn them back.