Prism

She was his prism. Through her, he'd changed from a dull, safe, monochromic, white’s-alright-but-uptight character, who kept scrupulously to his safe, prescribed path, never a degree wrong, into a spectral array of colourful characteristics to dazzle and delight.

However, not one of the brightest lights herself, whilst responding at first to the excitement and variety of his assumed wavelengths, she became colour-blind. His violets, greens and reds started to irritate. She longed for the can’t-go-wrong-with-white light again. But he had seen the rainbow. White light was so out... and so was he.