Color

It was a stormy day when I was heading my way to the black and white bus stop from my work. I held the umbrella close to me as the rain began to pour down even harder. The bottom of my shoes made loud clapping sounds every time I took a step on the grey wet concrete.

As I neared the bus stop, I slowly began to lower my white striped umbrella. While I was retracting it, the skin on my index finger got caught, tearing a bit of my flesh in the process.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. Black liquid began to form in small droplets within the cut.

"O-oh!" I heard a small, high pitched voice beside me. "Do you need a handkerchief?"

I turned and saw a woman holding out a small white handkerchief in my direction. I, surprised, began to open my mouth to thank her, but was stopped by her eyes.

The second I made eye contact with her, the world seemed to burst in color. I looked again and stammered, "I-I. ." I trailed off.

I could have sworn her eyes was a dark shade of grey, but when I took a second look, they were glistening with a stunning emerald color. I began to look at her as a whole and realized she also had light auburn hair with locks of curls.

She also had a similar reaction, "I- um. ." She began to slowly draw back her arm that was holding the handkerchief.

I grasped it quickly. "T-thank you. . . for the, um, handkerchief." I said sheepishly.

Her face flushed with a bright scarlet. "N-no! Not at all."

I smiled crookedly. I looked down at my injured finger.

The droplets of blood had run down slightly down my hand. The streaks from the cut was now a shade of red.

~*~

Several years have passed since then.

I kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back a bit later tonight, sweetie." I looked down at the child by my legs. I ruffled his curly ginger hair.

"You be good now, okay?" I smiled at the little boy who was grinning brightly up at me.I felt a warm hand in mine. "You should get going now, honey." The woman said quietly, pecking me lightly on the lips with hers.

I smiled the same lopsided grin, "Alright, I'll call you later." I was out the door with the last glimpse of her light auburn hair with locks of curls.

~*~

Everything went by in a colorful blur. I briskly walked around within the building while handling several errands at a time.

Brown box.

Blue shirt.

Pink pen.

All these colors started to materialize the second I laid eyes on that one woman. I smiled dazedly at the thought of her.

"Hey!" a voice bellowed. "Stop standin' around and get to work!"

"Sorry!" I shouted back and quickly went back to running errands.

Right as I took a step, my surroundings were immediately reduced to monotone.

"Huh. . .?" I blinked, unable to thinking properly.

Black box.

Grey shirt.

White pen.

Everything was back to how it was before.

Colorless.

Black and white.

The last scene replaying in my head was glimpse I caught of her auburn hair before I left the house.