Eleanore Knox

Life in Colour

Archie stood staring at his bed, where his father Jude had laid out his clothes. Black cargo pants, black button-up shirt, black socks. This was a problem - Archie needed to wear two colours. Archie liked there to be two of things; two soft toys to sleep with, two turns of a doorknob, two parents. Unfortunately today was already troublesome, because now Archie only had one parent, so one colour was the last thing he needed. Granted, he hadn’t seen his mother since his diagnosis, but he always liked knowing that she was out there somewhere, completing the pair. And now half of that pair was gone, like a lost sock.