By Pavel Hickman
I dream a lot. In black and white, mostly, but lately they’ve acquired color. The yellow dream is my favorite. It’s the only one I get nowadays.
It starts with lemons… A sunny jug on a daffodil tablecloth. When I look up from my lemonade, I find myself in a mustard field. My heavy shoulders relax. A smile—
Throat sore and tongue sour, I try, in vain, to return. I pop some pills. Blue to mellow out, green to stay focused.
Later, on the balcony, I blow smoke at the moon, tired again.
Back inside, I desperately swallow another yellow pill.
Very visual. I’m a little unsure of the timeline, but nice.
Thank you for the feedback.
The timeline was purposefully confusing, to reflect the character’s own disorientation, and the “tempo” of his life.
All the way from black and white (normal?) to multi-colored (psychedelic?) in 101 words. Great job!