A Different Blue

by Amy Harmon

“None of us can help where we were scattered, Blue. But none of us has to remain where we were scattered. Why don’t you focus on where you’re going and less on where you come from? Why don’t you focus more on what makes you brilliant and less on what makes you angry? You are missing a key element to the story. Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.”

“Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me . . .” I didn’t know what grace was, but maybe it sounded like the music. Maybe that was what I was feeling. How sweet the sound. And it was sweet, impossibly so. How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. Was a wretch the same thing as a bitch? Or a slut? My life was not a testament to being saved from anything. It was not a testament to love—not anybody’s love. My head firmly rejected the idea. Grace wouldn’t save me. But in the tiny, neglected corner of my heart, freshly awakened by the music, I suddenly believed it might. I believed it could.