Anton – Go on.
Sandra – But that’s really it. There’s no more to it.
Anton – That’s all you can say? I say all of that, and you have no response?
Sandra – I did respond. I agree with you. I agree with everything. What else can I say?
Anton – But, I just. I don’t understand how I can talk for all of that time and you say so little back.
Sandra – I don’t know what you want from me. You say things. I listen, and I think about it, and I process your words. And then I agree. Sometimes I don’t, but this time I do. I’ve thought about it and, Anton, you are right.
Anton – I suppose from my perspective I want to hear the reasoning. The thoughts. Not just the final outcome.
Sandra – I’ve never. Sometimes when I think about something. No. Let me try. Often when I think about something I don’t really think about the topic, or the arguments, or the words. I think in colours. I let colour wash over me, and whatever feels right is what I go with. Blue is the colour of agreement. Or at least it feels like blue. It’s also the colour of sadness. Memory. Forgiveness. Yesterday. Regret. Confidence. I love blue. I felt blue wash over me, and then I agreed with you. Blue how I love you blue.
Anton – Paz?
Sandra – No, Anton.
Part of the Railroad Perfection series