Black and White

All it took was a moment. A few words. But they were of detrimental effect. The color began to drain, like water down a drain so too disappeared the color. The grass turned gray, the trees and the mountains. The sky no longer blue, the sun no longer bright, no longer warm. Just colorless. All around, as far as the eye could see. Nothing joyful. Just the promise of the same tedious pattern day after day. Week after weeks. Month on month. Until the future itself was drained of color, even drained of it's white until all merged into a looming endless black.

With a sigh everyone got back to work. No energy. No joy. Just work. And work. And work.