True Colours

‘I think part of your problem, Steven, is that, on some levels, you don’t want to change.’

‘That’s ridiculous. I have to. People expect me to.’

‘Ah ah ah! Now, what did we say about other people’s expectations?’

‘We don’t necessarily have to match them to our own…’

‘Exactly. You can be whatever you want to be. Be true to yourself. Forget what anyone else thinks.’

‘But doc, that’s part of the problem! I can’t remember what I was like originally!’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘It’s true! I’ve spent so long swapping things around that I don’t know what I am anymore.’

‘Well, what would you like to be?’

‘What difference does that make? If I don’t change back, my own family won’t recognise me, let alone accept me.’

‘Nonsense, they’ll understand. After all, they’re bound to have gone through something similar, don’t you think?’

‘I guess… Oh, I don’t know, this whole thing is too confusing.’

‘Don’t worry, Steve, I think I might just have a solution.’

‘Really? What is it?’

‘Relax.’

‘That’s it?’

‘Just try it. That’s good… Let all the tension go from your body.’

‘This is nice, doc, real nice.’

‘Then keep on going. You’re almost ready. And… done. Open your eyes.’

‘My god, it worked! I’m turning green!’

‘In other circumstances, I’d be worried, but, as it’s you, I’m delighted. Good to have you back.’

‘It’s good to be back. Thanks a bunch. I owe you one. See you around, doc.’

‘See you around, Steve the Chameleon.’

Brendan Way

Brendan Way from North Devon has been writing things ever since he learnt how to handle a pen. He has been writing flash fiction, mainly as part of blog team The Flashnificent 7, for considerably less time.