Prompt: pick a color, walk around town and find five objects that are that color that stand out, spend fifteen minutes writing a short fiction piece that somehow connects all five objects and the color you've picked
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The red had been sucked out of the world and replaced with yellow. Well, not in its entirety but the things Morgan thought should be red were simply… not. She didn’t like the color - it was jarring and abhorrent. She didn’t love red either, but yellow was simply worse. It screamed and pulsed for attention, radiating a texture that made her want to scrunch up her nose and turn away. She wished that it had been done differently, that the yellows had been replaced with violets or blues or greens. But no such luck.
Perhaps she would lodge a complaint with the sorcerers.
Some of the shifts would probably be simple enough to revert. The AED box, for example, was supposed to be red because that’s what drew the eye. In an emergency, would anyone see it? Would anyone notice? Morgan supposed she already had the answer to her question. After all, she had spied the half-removed stickers, the dirt that caked onto the corners and edges. But then, that was the kind of thing that stood out when you made a dark object so much lighter.
But there were other things too. She had passed a newspaper stand on her way to work, and found that the dilapidated one, with the little door broken, the box void of papers and instead filled with cobwebs and weeks-old rain water, was so much more depressing now. People assumed yellow was a happy color, and Morgan couldn’t agree with that -- even if she did have a yellow name -- but she also couldn’t deny the juxtaposition was jarring.
She supposed some things were better. Those she couldn’t use for her argument. The old lady across the street seemed to love her new bright yellow bucket hat, and a woman had found the perfect decorations to bring out the positives of her yellow backpack.
But the sorcerers had changed her favorite fire hydrant and that was unforgivable.
