Preface

Cherryboy Blue is a story about Natural Reality.

Red Space is where you build meaning. The Blue Space is where things happen. The yellow triangle lets Roland see the Blue Space while his friends cannot.

Sometimes seeing what nobody else sees is a superpower.

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Cherryboy Blue

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Roland lived where everything was red.

His room, his house, the trees, the sky.

Roland and his friends played together, rolling around happily.

Until one day they started calling him “Cherryboy.”

At first it was funny. Then it wasn’t.

They circled him, laughing. Roland felt a sting in his chest.

In the corner, a yellow triangle glowed.

Roland rolled toward it.

Whoosh.

Everything turned blue.

Roland was blue too. But it all looked fuzzy.

“Hello, little ball,” said a voice.

The yellow triangle floated beside him. “I’m Riddle.”

Riddle reached toward Roland’s face and placed something small there.

A tiny red mask.

The Blue Space became clearer.

He saw his friends nearby. “Why are they still red?” Roland asked.

“They can’t see blue,” Riddle said.

Roland went back to his friends. The teasing started again.

“Cherryboy! Cherryboy!”

This time Roland smiled.

“Watch,” Riddle whispered.

One friend rolled toward a muddy puddle.

Roland shot forward and bumped her to safety.

“Whoa!” his friends said. “How did you do that?” The teasing stopped.

“We’re all Cherryboys!” he shouted, turning it into a game.

They laughed and joined in.

“Let’s call our baseball team the Cherryboys!” someone said.

Everybody loved it.

Sometimes Roland missed his red world.

When he did, he rolled into Riddle and back it came.

Red or blue, he was always home.

The End.