“Green is the most misunderstood colour. There must be more shades of green in the world than stars outside of it. And yet we call it all green.”
The old man is somewhere in a forest, lying on his back.
His sight is starting to fail. He can barely see the canopy above.
Still, he can remember.
He remembers trees he saw once. Remembers the dancing strangled light and the shifting greenness and the blood-black soothing shade and the crashing, seductive whisper of their melody.
He can still hear the melody, even if the rest is hidden. The song hasn’t changed; nor then, he reasons to himself, have the myriad of greens that sing it.
“Did you hear what I said?” he calls out.
No one answers.
There’s no one with him.
He smiles. The melody is just for him.
Tom Frazer is 28 years old and writes in London. He is studying a part-time masters in English Literature alongside work as a barrister.