Grey
Grey by Brynne M. Hey. Hey. How do you feel? What do you think? I think you’re hurt. I’m worried. The world… it feels grey. It IS grey. Why is the world grey? Because she’s gone! I saw her five months ago and now I’ll never see her again! I know how you feel. I do. No, you don’t!!! I’m sorry. I know you are. Talk to me, please. Tell me why your world is grey. An ‘x’. That’s it. A single ‘x’ on a single page. No word, no picture, no special difference from every other day crossed out in this month. No sign, saying, “This day was different. This day every soul should lower their eyes and take off their hats.” It was just one ‘x’, but it was the end of something that was just too young to stop. What was her name? Her name was Michael. She could walk. She DID walk. She DID laugh, she DID smile, she DID love. She felt so many things, had to endure so much pain, but she still brought forth positivity that sprea...