radium
"There are many methods," Sam said slowly, leaning on the side of the pick-up truck. His sister rolled her eyes, she was not impressed. She didn't understand why they did not just do things the way they had always done them. There didn't seem to be any problem, and she saw no reason why they should change things.
His temper had gotten the best of him again. He stood over the younger boy, arms raised prepared to strike. The smaller child whimpered and raised his hands in an attempt to cover his face before Mike's clinched fist made contact with his nose.
The color had started to fade from the curtains after years of abandonment. The deep purple had been reduced to a faded, dusty, pastel version of a similar color. No one had been to the old house in years. Ever since Emily had died, the rest of the family had stayed away, too many memories. They all preferred to keep them locked up and let them fade away with everything else in the old dusty house.
Repeated: blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold . . .