Sindi Rudevica
Her favourite colour is white, the sea-foam surrounding the shells, the clouds lining the hills. Her favourite colour is black, her coffee, just before school. Black tops and trousers, they go with anything. Her favourite colour is yellow, the sandy shore back when she couldn’t swim, yellow like the flowers arranged in her hair. But what if there was no colour? No people, no anything? I think she’d scream but I can’t be sure.
