Tasertorch, "The Very Last Crayon"
The world is being drained of color, literally and metaphorically. No one notices but it’s mauve that goes first. No one notices but Darcy who happened to like that sweater, thanks so much for ruining the laundry, Jane.
And with mauve goes romantic daydreams. Not the passionate kind, but the kind where you think about a cup of tea and a rainy window and a good book and a cat, instead of your office cubicle. Next goes umber and with it bitter regret and the salty, creamy flavor of chocolate. By the time the world realizes what’s happened sour apple green is gone and the ability to mind, to feel anger for what’s happening, is gone.
Except for Darcy, who’s been coloring little fractions of the world back into shape. It started when she realized she could use her mauve crayon to save her favorite sweater and her daydream of a cabin surrounded by crickets and a warm (very warm) body sleeping next to her. But crayons don’t last forever and it’s not even all crayons. She tried. It’s just this old box she’s had since she was a kid.
So she colors Jane’s coffee stains umber and her notebook a vivid lightning blue to keep her boss’s brain running, and she colors her own fingernails purple for dignity and strength. She patches her surroundings back together until her crayons are stubs that she has to grind against surfaces. And when ultra marine goes and Johnny Storm’s charm and wildness and seduction fades into neutral politeness, she colors his eyes back to life, every morning. But she’s almost out of her favorite shade of blue and answers are getting hard to find.