“Give me a memory of the color red. Do not write the word “red” but use words that engender the color red when you hear them.” 
Natalie Goldberg Old Friend from Far Away

Alan plucked open a barely ripened purple passion fruit. It oozed an unappetizing aromatic membrane containing a blood-colored pulpy juice and small, hard, black, pitted seeds. Once Miller tasted the fresh bursting nectar, she forgot that they were searching for a reported mass grave in the middle of the Congo.