Black

The blackness engulfed him, dark like the night sky but he could still feel the sun pounding down on him. He struggled to escape from his attacker. He kicked and felt his shoe connect with her side.

"Boy! Don't kick me! I'm a tryin' to help ya!" she whispered.

He kicked again, softer this time, just to show her he wasn't cooperating.

"Do you wanna get caught boy? Maybe I should just dump ye on the street ag'in and let ye squable with the real bad boys like the rest o' 'em!"

The boy quieted and let himself be carried. He couldn't see, and everything sounded muffled. His senses were dulled. The woman stopped briefly and he heard a door open with a slow creak. Suddenly, she was tearing the cowl off of him and throwing it on a nearby chair.

"Ye stupid boy! Ye'll git yerself killed if ye don't cover up! All yer Color so brilliant ye can be spotted from the heavens!" she yelled, her cheeks red.

Her hair was frizzed up from her own face mask and her breath was labored. She sighed, slow, deep, calming.

"Me name is Yellah, like the Color from your World." she said heavily.

Yellah? The boy had never heard of such a color. Yellah, Yella, Yello, he tested in his head.

"Wait, yellow? You mean yellow?" he said shyly.

"Is that how ye say it in yer world?" Her eyebrows raised and she shrugged. "Well I guess me name is Yellow. What's yer name boy?"

"My name is Robin, Robin Christover."

"Hullo der Robin. Nice te meet ye." she said, dipping low in a curtsy.

When she dipped her frizzy hair hung in her face and she looked up slowly. Her eyes were as grey as the rest of her world. But these eyes had nice crinkles around them that made her look like she was smiling all the time. And that was different from this world because so far, nothing in this world was nice.