Guest Author: Liz Parissenti

"He Lived In A Grey World"

He lived in a grey world. Dust covered everything, seeping into cracks and crannies, suspending in the air. It crept under his door and lightly blanketed his bed in the morning, sifting through his dark hair until it shimmered, a thinning silver crown, in the sunlight. Sometimes the wind brought brown dust; then he would stand outside and let the granules surround and pass him by. He couldn’t remember the feeling of soft, clean skin against his jeans, or the taste of water that ran clear from the spigot. The water was never blue, and the sky was never grey.