The color was fading fast and the black and white dullness was only steps behind me. I was afraid to let the Fade near me because I didn’t want to become as dull as the rest of the neighborhood. My best friend, Kira, was a step ahead of me so I was thankful I wasn’t alone. I saw a car that looked like it was painted with a psychedelic paint brush. The Fade at the side of the car was stalled. I wondered if all that bright color and personality kept it out. Kira jerked the door open and dove in. A beat later I got in too. I cranked the car and drove through the Fade, passing all the blank faces that tried to make us like them. One of them, my brother, was still chanting “be like us, think like us,” like all those first touched by the Fade. I kept driving, hoping to find other individuals who found a way to hold on to their own thoughts and personalities.
Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge number 39. Photo provided by: pixabay.com