SpineOut : February - March 2017
Short Stories A RAINBOW OF TRAGEDY Joe’s heart threatened to leap out of his chest as he frantically bashed the door. ‘No!’ he screamed, though the response was only deafening silence. ‘No! This ain’t right! No! Someone! Please!’ Orange was a warm colour, yet also the colour of rising alarm. To lnjun Joe, it was the colour of his bubbling panic. Long after his hands were bruised, lnjun Joe slid to the ground and put his head in his hands, grieving. He was trapped, stomach pleading for food and throat aching for water. He would never feel the joy of basking in the luminescence of a picturesque summer’s day again. Though light from outside snuck under the door, it only added to Joe’s heartache and longing to be free. Green was the colour of nature, the colour of life. To lnjun Joe, it was a colour he would never see again. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours. At some stage, lnjun Joe decided that waiting for his own demise was too insufferable, and he ventured deeper into the labyrinth of the cave, knife in hand, seeking an alternative escape route. Joe was so famished he caught and killed a bat. As he chewed on the raw, pink flesh, the half-breed suddenly retched - to think, he had such wealth in his possession and here he was eating leathery and loathsome bat meat in order to stay alive! Disgusted with himself, he continued to search for an exit from the wretched cave. Pink was the colour of love, the colour of compassion. To lnjun Joe, it was the colour of his revolting meal. As the hours passed painfully slowly, Joe became more and Mariska, Year 10 Mercy College Mackay Qld more unsteady. He continually wandered through the cave, desperate to break loose of this jagged prison, but, as if by magnet, he was drawn back to the doors. To clear his thoughts, he drank water dripping from a stalactite by fashioning a bowl out of its opposing stalagmite, sticking up from the ground like a tooth. Too weary to hunt for more bat flesh, he sought out food from the lumps of candle wax tourists had embedded in crevices in the constricting walls. Cream was a crisp colour, a relaxing colour. To lnjun Joe, it was the colour of hopelessness.
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