“Blue”, he said with a derisive sniff, “Blue, indeed.”
“Oh, give it a rest. I said I was sorry. Isn’t that enough?”
“It is not. It is, most certainly, not. When referring to me, in future, blue will simply not be tolerated. Call me cerulean, perhaps. Also acceptable would be azure, beryl, cobalt or navy. I would also condone teal or even turquoise. But blue? I think not.”
“You know, I have other imaginary friends I could call if this upsets you so much.”
“Is that a threat?”, he growled.
It was going to be a long day of play.
This story was written for BlogFlash2012 Day 25: Blue.