Magpie #35...

Willow's Magpie Tales is up with a new prompt...Oh God! There comes a next one, in a blink of an eye!



I have two pieces for this:

Take #1

“It’s amber or…hmph…may be chrome yellow” she said.

“It’s dark yellow, I think”, he said.

“There is nothing known as dark yellow”

“Why is that? If you can have dark green or brown, what’s wrong with dark yellow?”

“No! It could be Urobilin or Goldenrod” her chin going up.

“Ahh…could be what?” he gave a no-clue expression.

“I said…”, then she looked up at the stranger beside her “Urobilin?...Goldenrod?” giving him a duh expression.

He shrugged with a blank expression.

“Let’s ask the artist. Who is it by the way? Do you know him?”

Narrowing her eyes and searching for a name on the painting…
”It’s some Nick Tad”, he interrupted.

“Ohh, do you know him?” she started scanning the room.

He removed his hands from his pockets, uncurling them first; pressed his lips tightly.
Coughing “Hi, this is Nick Tad and it’s dark yellow”, he informed.

Turning around, he left the room smiling; leaving behind a gaping completely insulted lassie.

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Take #2

Arid, dry they fall
without a din
along a calm breeze
waving, swinging
back and forth
beckoning autumn
blithely ardent
lay in a golden-stretch
those aged leaves.

Churned, stomped
underneath a sadist being
they soar edgily
flinging dust
now making noise
summoning winter
sullenly somnolent
lay in a earthy-mellow
those aged leaves.