Leah Browning is the author of three nonfiction books for teens and pre-teens and three chapbooks. Her most recent chapbook, In the Chair Museum, was published by Dancing Girl Press in 2013. Browning’s fiction, poetry, essays, and articles have previously appeared in publications including Queen’s Quarterly, 42opus, The Saint Ann’s Review, Blood Orange Review, Brink Magazine, Halfway Down the Stairs, Bluestem Magazine, Cape Fear Review, Storyscape Journal, 300 Days of Sun, Wigleaf, The Citron Review, Fiction365, Salome Magazine, and Per Contra, as well as on a broadside from Broadsided Press, on postcards and bookmarks from the program Poetry Jumps Off the Shelf, with audio and video recordings in The Poetry Storehouse, and in several anthologies. Her fourth chapbook, Out of Body, is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press. In addition to writing, Browning serves as editor of the Apple Valley Review. Her personal website is located at www.leahbrowning.com.
She was a synesthete and most words had a color. Her best friend's name was a Halloween orange and her brother's, pale green. Grey's name should've been obvious but it was more like a blue she couldn't describe. A quiet color that reminded her of places she hadn't been yet. A blue that didn't belong to water or sky. If anything, it was a grey-blue. It was never grey-grey. The only person who had ever been a grey-grey was this guy in her high school graduating class who told her she was “pretty for a black girl.” She never wanted to meet a grey-grey again. Grey-blue was fine. More than fine.
Grey had gotten her pregnant and in the seven years they'd been together, they'd raised a healthy, kind-mannered first-grader, bought a brown house at the edge of the county and they still loved each other enough. The daughter was a glittering yellow. Sometimes the love was a goldish color. Sometimes it was silver but most of the time it was gold; a heavy honey color that looked like it was melting, even when it wasn't. Maybe that wasn't true. Maybe it was melting.
And if she woke up in the morning