A Fable Of Color

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In the gray concrete streets, bitter, gray people roamed. If someone dropped their groceries, no one paused to help. No one offered a smile to their neighbor.

Maddie Kinkaid sat at a cafe within this dismal existence sipping bitter coffee. She scowled at the passing people and they glared back.

Into this dreary existence bloomed Cristobal Lopez. Each day he parked his brightly-colored car and he sold bowls of plump red strawberries grown in the garden atop his car. People avoided him at first, but they came to like his sunny smile and cheery slogans. Soon people began to eat his strawberries.

All except Maddie who only offered Cristobal scowls. As the days went by, fewer people passed by her. One day, she only saw Cristobal. Bored, she finally agreed to try a strawberry. She took one bite and things instantly changed.

The street was suddenly filled with happy, colorful people.

“Where did these people come from?” she gasped.

Cristobal grinned. “When all you wish to see is black and white, the colorful becomes invisible.”
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Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers weekly writing challenge. Look here for the original prompt and a blue link to stories other authors wrote for the week: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/11/09/fffaw-week-of-11-10-2015/