Kaleidoscope
Author's note: This is the opening chapter of a longer piece which I have published here as a standalone short-story. Lucy had one of those kaleidoscopic viewfinders that put the world in a mass of cubic and triangular shaped colours spiralling atop one another. She stood at the foot of the lake looking out upon the deep blue of Berners Hall Lake and I’d imagined she was seeing it turn into purple and amber and green and whatever other colours splashed out into her eye line. I felt a stab of envy at that time because she could see the world in colours beyond the drab sepia with which I’d always been cursed to see the world. I envied Lucy for having the Kaleidoscope because, especially at the torment of that time and age, I would have loved to have coloured the world. But I envied the Kaleidoscope more than I envied Lucy. What I wouldn’t have given to have had Lucy looking deep into me the way she looked into that Kaleidoscope. She’d ...