19. Gray
He considered it a dull colour, but apparently she didn’t think so. One day he asked about it.
“I like grey,” she said, tugging her sweater. “It’s a neutral colour.”
He pointed out it looks rather grim; even depressing. She said it only looks like that because he thought of it that way. “Grey’s nice. If you find a light shade, or some nice shade of grey, you’d like it.”
His opinion didn’t seem to change. Years passed, and they met since a while.
After moment, he said, “I changed my mind, I like grey now,” pointing to her hair.
No comments:
Post a Comment