Every year since his 2nd birthday, Ashley, Ash for short, has been losing the ability to see colors. Yellow on his ninth birthday, Violet on his 13th, Pink last year and so on and so on, like clockwork. Until he meets Reece Red, a white spoiled and...
Wrote the end of this on my phone during hurricane irma (6,000 words in total, or so). Though she didn't do much damage to us here, she did enough to knock out my power. So, I voice recorded the conversations I wanted to write down. It was a strange experience. But, I suggest you try it to if you are a writer. It makes you frame how you would respond to certain things.
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Kenzie
"Welcome to McDonald's, can I suggest you try our Never Frozen Fish Filet?"
A white woman – round and looking like she was filled with hot air like a blimp – stepped forward, smiling. "I'd like to file a complaint," she said, caucasianly.
I faked a big smile and she stopped hers. She mussa saw my gold teeth. "May I ask what you plan to complain about?"
She realized I was waiting on her name. "Audrey," she said in her tightest Becky voice.
"Of course, it is," I said. "What's yo problem?"
"Yes. You gave me two bbq sauces for my nuggets and I clearly asked for one bbq and one sweet n sour?" she whitely complained.
