By Jeff Switt
I captured the color yellow and didn’t tell anyone. It was a gradual process.
Gardeners wept as daffodils and chrysanthemums turned sickly pale. Artists mourned the fading yellow paints on their palettes and from the world’s greatest paintings.
Eggs no longer sizzled sunny side up.
Without yellow, green-leafed trees and grasses turned blue. There were no more green vegetables. Mothers admonished their children, “Eat your blues and grow strong.”
Emeralds were treated as ordinary sapphires. Kermit the Frog became just another Smurf.
I smile as I dab a bit of yellow on my lips. His yellow Ferrari is now primer gray.
Great job Jeff, original and entertaining 🙂
You had me from the first sentence. Great story.
Some really unique stuff here, Jeff. You “done good,” my friend. A Winner.
I really liked this. It made me think, what if that could be possible!! Good story.
Really a good hook. I like the buildup, I was ready for the conclusion. But, the ending twist – revenge is SWEET – that I wasn’t ready for. Great deliver of a great story.
i agree with all the comments. great work, again, jeff switt.
A lovely surprise to encounter you here, Joanna…
Hi Joanna, I didn’t connect the dots until I saw Sarah’s comment.
Thank you to all for appreciating my writing.
My dear, Jeff, words escape me. Maybe you took them,too.
Hi Jeff! I’ve always wondered how life would have been if the sky was brown, the grass was purple, and snow was pink. You brought my fantasy to life!
A superb tale of yellow theft! Had my mind going in all directions at once, transforming 101 words into a million – predominantly blue words.
Beautiful, creative and a wonderful last sentence!
Some words are bandied about too easily, so calling something “unique” has lost a bit of its power.
You haven’t lost any of yours. An exceptional piece and a fine example of what the form can be. Or in other words–a topaz in a field largely of gray…