The Reddest Red

 As I looked at it, as I held it in my hand, I started to think about the color, the contrast between the objects. Sure there was some obscure kind of brown amongst the white but it was the Red that held my head still, held in abeyance. I looked and I looked. How can something be this Red? I immediately thought about the different descriptions we add to the Red. It's Christmas Red. It is Cherry Red. No, it's Candy Apple Red. You know, there is a colour code, or actually, there are codes attached to colours. For real. One of the codes, used in design is the hexadecimal "representation of RGB (Red Green Black). There is also the Taylor Hartman Color Code, which is weird. It is a code for personality, what kind of person you are. Weird code of Red Blue White Yellow which traits you have and why you do things a certain way. So not related to what I was seeing.  Anyways, this is not the type of colour code I was thinking about. I was not even thinking of colour codes, but colours themselves and the names. Like Scarlet, Crimson and Vermillion. I guess I might have thought to the textures as well that are associated with the colours. Like Red Velvet. No, not the cake but the coat. Or like the Red Serge of  the Royal Canadian Mounty. You know, the always gets their man, cops. 

Speaking of cops, I don't interact with them very often. I think that is a good thing. They sure have a reputation of killing Indians. In any case, looking at the colors, especially the Red and how striking it was, I couldn't help but think of the time I chopped my hand. I was about 14 and I was outside the house. I was working on making a slingshot. I was chopping on the Y section of the tree branch I had selected for the slingshot. I was using a big knife from my Mom's kitchen. It was one of those old butcher knives with the wooden handle and the large blade. It was a multi-purpose knife that I think everyone had in their home. For some strange reason I chopped my thumb with my Mother's butcher knife. The resulting flow of warm blood was incredible. I looked at it, my thumb, turned around and walked back into the house, through the kitchen, to my parents room and I fell down. I blacked out or as they call it, fainted from the sight of the Red. 

I guess your mind takes you to many places while you are examining something. My sister sold me a red car this one time. My sister's are always doing me good. Giving deals or out right gifts. My sister gave me a truck. Very nice little truck, one of those GMC trucks. The red car my sister gave was Toyota Matrix. Cool car, good handling, easy on gas. My daughter killed a deer with the red Matrix and that was it for the car. It's funny thinking about it now, my sister gave me another car before that. It was a red one as well. It was a Chevy, a small one. Can't remember the make. We called it the Rez-Rocket. I gave that one to my brother. They didn't put oil in it and the motor blew. So the end of the Rez-Rocket. Red is interesting.

Okay, so I looked at the Red and was still mesmerized at how striking, how red, how bright it was. It had my complete attention. Even though my mind wondered all over the place, I was captivated by how Red it was. The contrast of white, a dabbled with a some caramel, with the super bright red. Damn it, I never realize those Hemorrhoids bleed.