Gorgia Taylor loved yellow. Yellow hats, yellow shirts, yellow pants, even yellow shoes. One day she was at her usual store, looking at a tangy yellow purse, when a little boy in yellow rubber boots walked up to her and tugged at her sleeve. "Have you seen my mommy?" He asked. She shook her head, eyes glued to the golden glow of the rain boots. He sighed and walked away, clomping down the aisle in search. After paying for the lemony purse, she went home and laid on her silky gold bed, blond hair fanned out. All she could think about was the boy and his sunshine boots. The next day, Gorgia had a calculus test, and when she settled down with her scented starry pencil, her mind wandered. After the hour was up and everybody handed in their test, which was not for re-testing, the teacher pulled Gorgia aside. "I know you like yellow, but this is calculus. You can't pass with color." he said. He showed her the paper, her test. All over the paper the same sentence written over and over, colliding with the begining of the next same sentence, "I need those yellow boots". She got a flat zero.

Next week, Gorgia was walking past the park and saw the little boy with his yellow boots once again. She stopped in the middle of the busy sidewalk, much to the displeasure of the people around her. The boy ran to a woman, who patted his head and he went off to the ice cream stand nearby with a crisp five dollar bill. Something over took her. Gorgia found herself stalking the boy from the trees and bushes of the thick forest by the stand. The man turned away to get the boy's requested ice cream, and Gorgia snatched the boy and pulled him into the bushes. The little boy thrashed and tried to scream. Gorgia covered the boy's mouth and quickly turned the boys head 360 degrees, dropping his loose body on the ground. She pulled the boy's boots off, clutching them to her chest. Whipping around to see if she was being watched, heart racing. She stayed in the forest till late that night, when police came with a worried woman, the boy's mother, and screamed when they found him. Hauled with the boots, Gorgia was thrown into a mentally unstable asylum, straight jacket requested to be yellow, with the little boys. She laughed and jerked her head left and right, singing. "Little yellow boots, those beautiful golden boots!"