Fiction
The Color of Venus
A Celestial Fable of Endings and Beginnings
They say it’s always dark at the end, but the same can almost always be said of beginnings. Starts and finishes are, after all, like mismatched twins that don’t quite get along and hate hearing how similar they are to one another. But hating something never makes it any less true, no matter how much we may wish otherwise.
Jericho wasn’t sure what to do with his life now that Eden was no longer a part of it. They’d been painting the grand masterpiece of their future together ever since they were children and making concrete plans for it ever since they’d become adults. They’d have a small hand-fasting ceremony on the lavender hill behind the little yellow house where Jericho grew up before moving into a starter home in Devon, a pretty little pastel-colored housing community just outside of town.
They’d build a new life together while remaining connected to the friends and family that were the heartbeat of their old one. From there, they’d live happily ever after, of course. But no one ever talks about what happens next. No one asks what people do when a potential future full of peach-colored sunsets ahead of you is no longer enough to keep wonder in a heart and apple blossoms in a pair of eyes.
