The Yellow
Short story about an unemployed man who moves back in with his parents and hits a dog while out driving.
"Son, did you turn faggot over the weekend?" Roy's father asked, registering the bright yellow walls. Roy offered no comeback. He held on to the color. In the yellow, he felt himself the newborn child of Patti Smith and Jacques Cousteau. Turn was precisely what he had done: fermented into something porous and bright.