Flash Fiction

The uneducated man wandered the rain sodden streets made grey with despair. He stared unhappily at the dull, uninspiring shop fronts. Each one he passed made him more depressed, but he entered none.

After hours of letting the rain soak through to his skin, he happened upon an empty shop window with a bright red feather tacked to the door.

He entered.

Inside, a cheerful man behind a counter stacked with multicoloured balls of fluff, offered the uneducated man a sample. He declined and turned on his well worn heel.

Outside, the rain had stopped and colour returned.