This is the story of a grayscale man in polychromatic world.
His name is Gary.
He didn’t always look this way. He once was filled with color. He had blue eyes.
And red hair that was envied the world over.
But one day his hair started to lose its color, suddenly what was red had become gray.
And it wasn’t just him, it was his entire perspective. Once colored, full of life, now dimming, each moment grayer than the last.
Even though the perspective changed, he could always see the color in her…
…presence. Her hair, eyes, even her laugh. She was the bright spot in his failing eyes. His doctor suspected grayscale glaucoma.
It was likely hereditary, as his father, T. Inman, had also lost color perception when he was around Gary’s age.
Poor Gary. Thinking about his father just made him blue. Figuratively, of course.
Though figuratively blue, he actually would turn red.
Which proved to be a problem since he was living on the corner of a busy street since…
…the city added that new red fire hydrant. Whenever Gary got blue, turning red, dogs mistakenly peed all over him.
The constant smell of urine made Gary realize that there were worse things than being grayscale in a polychromatic world.
Okay – so this was a short one. But it was a good way to get back into things since it’s been a few weeks since I’ve written a story. Anyway, onto the recap. Poor Gary. The only way he changed color was when he felt sad. But even that sucked for him – he just ended up being peed on.
I saw this guy on my morning commute walking amongst the rest of the robots heading into work and decided to snap a picture. And thanks to @officerpupp, @Robotstephe, @swanieson and @hwtibbs for helping me get Once Upon 140 back up and going after the little hiatus.