Looking Glass
The rain fell in heavy beads from a concrete-colored sky. Melancholy, he trudged along, the rain piercing him with thousands of wet, tiny needles.All around him the world was an explosion of color. The grass had never looked greener, the flowers had never been so vibrant, yet inside he felt monochrome. Much like the sky above him, he felt gloomy and gray.He marched on in the rain, trying to fight back tears and several heavy sobs. It baffled him, and he was confused more than anything. How...
Voyeur