Adj. Hazy, vague, indistinct, or confused.
Yellow has no definition of his own. I recall the day he found out. If only he had ignored that pedantic Dictionary!
Yellow went out for a coffee with Pink and Blue. Blue knew that wasn’t the best of combinations, but since work had been crazy in the past couple of weeks, Blue figured out this was a practical way to catch up with his two friends. Plus, he had just signed an advertising campaign for a well-known mobile phone company and he was dying to tell all his friends.
The three colours arrived punctually to the coffee shop on Spectrum Corner, ordered their beverages, same as always, and a couple of new chocolate indulgences. The atmosphere was cheerful and a friendlier than usual, especially between Pink and Yellow. They were all sharing news and stories when Dictionary entered the place.
Dictionary looked angry, a bit more than usual. ‘Maybe the letters have been playing misspelling again’ Yellow whispered. They all laughed, unable to understand how somebody so powerful, with such important matters at hand, could be so incredibly annoyed at a children’s game.
Blue grew worried, everybody knew that Pink could not whisper. What if she decided to tell some inappropriate joke as part of this conversation and it reached the wrong ears? He would soon find out as his worst fears came true. Dictionary made a sudden movement out of his chair and directed his steps towards the three scared colours. No argument with Dictionary had ever ended well and this one was no exception.
Dictionary spoke eloquently. His strong words, charged with anger and spite, addressed the colours one by one. He spoke fast, leaving no chance for them to answer back. Pink was used to making mistakes like this, she wasn’t that bothered about what Dictionary had to say. Blue was deeply concerned for Yellow, who in spite of his age, had never met Dictionary before. It might have been for this reason that Dictionary left him for the end of his impressive diatribe.
Few were the words that Dictionary spared on Yellow. Once he had finished with Blue, his second victim, he addressed Yellow by saying: “Yellow. Adjective. Of the colour between green and orange in the spectrum, a primary colour, complementary to blue. Coloured like ripe lemons or egg yolks” and left, without adding another word or waiting for a reaction.
Yellow was devastated. He did not say a word for the next two hours. Shocked at his own naivety. Being the brighter colour, he had always considered himself to be unique and independent from his brothers and sisters. Not even for a second did he imagine that he might not have a proper definition in the dictionary…
It was tragic, the day he found out. His brightness slowly faded for a few days. Until one morning, after the rain, he looked down upon the World and saw a little yellow flower, wearing a dew robe with pride. This little flower reminded him that he didn’t need to have a definition to be important and that, in fact, those lousy words weren’t enough to contain the greatness of his existence.
