Sam's Favorite Color

The recording glitched as Sam replayed it for the thousandth time, turned his childhood home yellow and white for a moment before it shifted back to blue. He'd never found flowers that smelled quite like the ones that used to grow in their garden. Long stocks, dill-like leaves, powdery blue petals with a near purple stamen. They smelled sweet, like honey, with a hint of the sea that was so close he could hear it from the living room. His homesickness would start with that smell for years to come. Recreating that garden over and over, everywhere they went. No matter how many times they moved.