Purple

"I've been here before." Clark whispered as he turned to look over his shoulder. To a passerby he would seem to be checking the world behind him as the motion illustrates but in his mind Clark was looking back in time, through his own past trying to discern where the feeling of nostalgia had come from. He felt it warm his chest and send shivers down his spine, so he thought hard to remember why. And it all flashed back. 

It was 1996, almost ten years ago now. He and his girlfriend at the time, Marie, were walking out of the Stop and Shop drinking slushies. It was the end of their first date, one day after school and she had made a point of stopping there specifically for their slushies. 

"They're the best in town." she had exclaimed. 

Back on the side walk, Clark had blue lips and she had red, he stopped and she turned to see him standing there waiting for something. Sliding back slowly to be less than a foot away she asked, "What's wrong?" 

"Want to make purple?" Clark asked. The question's randomness threw her for a loop but with a half smile she said yes anyway. Clark leaned forward and attempted to kiss her. In his abruptness he kissed half of her mouth and almost fell over. She laughed and corrected him to try again. 

"Here, like this." She kissed him back and added her tongue into the mix. He could taste the cherry slushie still in her mouth and the cold on her tongue from the ice. She pulled away and Clark could see blue on her lips mixing with the red. 

"That's how you make purple." 

Clark turned forward again, having deciphered the meaning behind the nostalgia and touched his lips, almost positive the taste from then was back in his mouth. He smiled and turned towards the Stop and Shop and bought a slushie, half blue, half red.