Shades of Gray…

Here’s a small bit – a very small bit – of a short story that I’m working on. It’s so small that it’s barely a significance to anything but it might be enough to catch your eye.

Well, here it is.

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Shades of Gray

“I think it all happened when the rain started to fall.”

I remember starin at the side of her face for moments at a time, wondering if she would ever more or even turn to face me. I remember her being still, like a scarecrow guarding its crops yet she shivered not from the cold, but from something else. The memory of it all was a bit blurry, like someone had made everything in shades of gray.

“What else?” the man sitting across from me asked, “What else do you remember, Jerry?”

“It was really quiet. There were no cars out, and no one else was around,” I replied, telling him only part of what I remember.

The next thing I could recall was that it was raining hard, really hard. It felt like someone was throwing large pebbles at me from the sky with a very angry flick of the arm. I had looked at her and she still didn’t move. She didn’t even flinch from the pain I knew she was feeling.

“Tell me everything, Jerry,” the man demanded. His voice was sterner and more intimidating, as if he thought fear would bring my memory back.