Johnny was suffering from synesthesia, a weird syndrome that really ruined his life. The colour red was his girlfriends favourite colour, and she always wore red dresses, plus red lipstick. What she didn't know was that whenever he saw the colour red, he smelt the strong stink of rotten fish.
Whenever she went to kiss him with red lipstick on, the taste of haddock or sardines would throttle down his throat like vomit.
Over their time together he had managed to train his gag reflexes. Being sick into the mouth of your girlfriend, was not really the done thing when kissing.
He had thought of telling her about his condition but she was such a happy person who seemed to love the colour red, he was worried it would end their relationship.
Long nights of passion where Lisa would wear red stockings and suspenders and they would have sex all night was to him a nightmare scenario.
Instead of intimacy, he felt as if he were stuck in a fisherman's trawlers net, surrounded by newly caught wiggling, slippery slimy cod or bream all around him.
It wasn't nice and yet he hadn't told her. She was very good looking and all his mates thought he was a lucky man. If only they knew what he had to put up with to live with such a nice prize maybe they would change their minds.
For him every day was started with a secret prayer as he sat on the bog, that hopefully today Lisa would not wear red. He knew there was no God now, for if there was, surely at least once since he had been dating her, she would slip into something blue for once.
It was an unbearable consequence of his condition yet he could not leave her. He loved her, he just hated kissing trout and when she wore red lipstick that was what she turned into when she leant in for a kiss, one big fat wobbling trout.
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