250=1, Story 18.

I'll get back to Ain't Nick soon, but here's a palate cleanser, a 250=1 story.
 

All Emotions Are Now Colors, and Also They Are Alive.

Red Me is angry.

But then, he always is.  Everyone Red is mad all the time.

Blue Me gets depressed about that, too. I don’t know where he is now, though.

I am Green and Magenta: Calm Reason. Took me a long time to come up with that one.

“Just come with us,” I/we say.

“No. She’ll be there,” Red snarls. “All Yellow. And White. And probably… Orange.”

I sent Blue away. I was through being sad, and anyway Red and Blue are a dangerous combination.

I hadn’t even realized that Red was here, at first. Red is sneaky.

“C’mon. We’ll hit on her friend, make her bring out Dark Green.”

“STOP!” Red bellowed, grabbing me, lifting me off the floor. I can’t breathe.

Black rushes in, joins me. Green leaves. I gape in fear and resignation. Magenta is trying to go. Out of the corner of my eye I see Gray Me. A tear leaks out. I can’t breathe, still.

“Red…” I want to say but I can’t talk. He is choking me.

Others come in, barely ever seen. Amber. Bronze. Chartreuse, which I always thought would be more bluish.

Red drops me suddenly and I am crumpled on the floor, all of us gasping. I look up warily.

Gray is standing there, reaching out a hand.

“No.” I shake my head.

Can one die of angry?

“No.” Again.

Where is Red?

Where is everyone else?

Gray hugs me.

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