This drabble was inspired by my philosophical friends and our propensity for saying random things. Seriously, most sane people would go mad trying to follow our conversations.
“Yellow is the color of life and death,” Josh said.
Ellen looked up from her eggs. “What do you mean?” It was too early in the morning for her decaffeinated brain to decode his meaning.
“Look at your eggs. The yolk is yellow. It’s meant to nourish new life, but your consumption of it is a kind of death. The sun is yellow. It gives life. Yet the yellowed pages of a book are evidence of decay.”
“Yellow is also the color of the healing bruise you’ll have in a couple of days if you don’t stop rambling,” Ellen warned.