Timothy sat with Crawford at a fire in the evening light, darkness was coming in. There were people milling around the lot, picking up curiosities and exploring the lots. His mother was speaking with Miss Chester-Greasly.
'I'm sorry.' Said Crawford.
'That's ok, you made the right choice in the end. Where do you think they went?'
'Ran off into The Gray didn't they, we'll never see them again.'
'Good.' Said Timothy smiled, his white teeth shone out of his painted face.
Crawford leant forward, 'there's something I want to show you. Something we can use to celebrate.' Crawford left and then came back with a large sack, he stuffed something into the ground, then took a flame from the fire and set it on the fuse. It started to fizz and then shhoooom it shot into the air, bang, crack it exploded in the sky. Trails of gold and green spit the sky, popping and thundering, whizzing, its fragments eventually petering out.
'Fireworks.' Said Timothy. 'I've never seen something so incredible in all my life. Everyone watched with smiles on their faces, their necks bent to look up. It lit them up with gold and red, dancing the colors on the buildings and the ground around them. Crawford put his arm on Timothy's shoulder.
'What are we going to do now? Said Crawford.
'I don't know.' Said Timothy. 'But this would make a great TV Show.'
Crawford turned to Timothy in shock, Timothy's face was lit red by a firework and he couldn't tell if he was smiling or not.
End
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GRAY
Short StoryThere's black and white, there's color and there's gray. Timothy lived in a world of gray. The sky, the streets and the tenement block in which he lived. From the leaves on the trees to the clothes on the people, to the color of their faces, everyth...
