Beverly pulled open the curtain, peering at a dismal winter day.
Why can’t there be color? I need to see something besides black, white and gray, she thought.
She smiled in spite of her foul mood when she realized she couldn’t look away.
Like a car wreck.
She spied something red in a tree branch. Abandoning her coffee, she donned her heavy, wool coat, and lumbered out to investigate. Her mind churned with possibilities.
Was it a cardinal? Or a wayward, satin ribbon?
The sale flyer mocked her as she stared at an advertisement for a red snow blower.
February 1, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features something black and white. It could be a nun in a zebra monster truck, a rigid way of thinking, a bird in a tuxedo — be imaginative and go where the prompt leads.