color blind

As his fingers moved up the back of her neck, he felt a tiny bump, that reminded him of the small bump on the '5' key on calculator and cellphone keypads worldwide. No, this wasn't Braille, and he wasn't blind, unless being color blind counted. But then he didn't need to see colors to be able to see her. She was right there wasn't she? Red and green all at once, not that it mattered one tiny bit.

It had been raining when they first met. He had been driving to the liquor store to get his weekly 12 pack, and couldn't tell the flashing red in front of him apart from the flashing amber he thought it was. Wham! He had T-boned her small SUV. Luckily, he had been going only 30, and they both got out of it without a scratch. She had let the words fly. He could only listen. Being color blind was no excuse. "Then you shouldn't be on the road, moron." had been the usual refrain. He would usually stop at flashing lights, whether they were amber or red, because he had no clue, but today, he had been lost in thought, and to his eyes, the grayish glow from the flashing red didn't quite have the urgency 'normal' people would have seen.

...To be continued.