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25 October 2010

The Woman in the Chartreuse Dress

Prompt: Chartreuse
Time: 10 minutes
Result: 369 words

Her dress was chartreuse. A strange, greenish sort of colour, right in the middle of the spectrum. The sort of colour you look at, and no one can seem to find the right way to describe it. Some say it's green. Some say it's teal. No, it's a much yellower colour than that. Teal's a more deep sort of colour. But look at the saturation! On and on, it goes, and no one can agree.

Of course her dress was chartreuse. She was chartreuse. Not literally, but she might as well have been; perhaps it'd be the one thing everyone might agree on about her. But no. She was impossible to describe. From the moment she walked into the room, wearing that indescribably chartreuse dress of hers, all eyes were on her. All minds were on her. Every tongue, ever pair of chapped and chewed and over-glossed lips, every chiseled and unchiseled jaw, every high voice and every low voice could make no sound but the sound of whispering about her.

Who was she? Where was she from? What was she doing here? No one knew. Everyone was confused, perplexed, puzzled by her. It was her way. And she was completely unfazed. The woman in the chartreuse dress was apparently either oblivious, dumb, or wholly accustomed to this treatment. It would be unsurprising to any who stood there that she had always been this way, so indescribable, so addictive.

Yes, additive. No one could look away. Some tried to carry on new conversations, but their every thought still clung to the woman like her tight, form-fitting chartreuse dress did her bosom. Every mind hungered madly for her, to know her, to solve her. Like a Rubik's cube, but worse. Even the brightest minds could never twist and turn her into any form that made sense, that followed logic.

She was illogical. How could she exist? This was the thought on every mind. It was as if she was from another world entirely. She deified all laws of logic an reason known to this world.

And yet she made perfect sense. She was mere a woman. Just another human being. Perhaps it was this simplicity that made her so incredible.

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