Grey – Friday Fictioneers 18th November, 2020.

Colour… I’ve almost forgotten what it is to have colour. We all have. No one knows whether there’s something wrong with our eyes, our brains or whether the entire Earth’s turned black and white with shades of grey.

People say it’s global warming, but I’m sure it’s the Big Bad Wolf, and I’m afraid. Very afraid.

Yet, I haven’t forgotten what it is to see red. Immerse myself in red. Be red. Red hair, red lips, red hearts, red dreams in red skies.

I also remember when the grass was green.

Anything, but black and white with shades of grey.

……

100 words. Photo prompt copyright Sarah Potter.

My response to this week’s prompt has been inspired by the weirdness of living in our current situation with the changes wrought by the coronavirus where wearing masks, social distancing and not hugging your friends has become the new norm. I now see scenes of people interacting normally on TV in scenes filmed in the past, and it’s starting to feel strange. Stop that. You’re not allowed to do that.

Gee , I really hope the vaccine comes along soon, and we can be ourselves again.

This has been a contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields.

Best wishes,

Rowena

14 thoughts on “Grey – Friday Fictioneers 18th November, 2020.

  1. granonine

    Your evocative story reminds me of a trip I took to Slovakia a few years ago. My guide pointed out that all buildings in the city were uniformly grey, a reminder of their years under Communism. After they had their bloodless coup and were out from under the iron fist, people began to brighten up their own homes. He showed me an high-rise apartment building in which one 10-12 story strip was painted a variety of bright colors. It stood out brilliantly against the grey. He told me each apartment dweller had to agree to cooperate in the project, but the only other limitation was the supply of paint, still affected by the years of government control.

    I don’t think I’d ever really understood before the importance of color, and the freedom to choose it. God grant that we keep our freedom in America to have color in our lives, as well as the same for all nations of the world.

  2. Liz Young

    Today I picked pink flowers and some yellow honeysuckle – in November, in England! There is colour if you know where to look.

  3. Brenda's Thoughts

    I certainly agree. Everything feels black and white and it’s a fight to see color, to see the path forward. There are days I certainly feel trapped. But, it will pass. We will be able to visit family and hug them close. Get together with friends and laugh. Right now, we need to be more intentional in finding the color in our lives and savoring it. Excellent writing!

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