The Woman in Red

The crowded sidewalk is a blur of grey suits and expressionless faces, the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoing against the concrete buildings. Suddenly, the monotony is shattered as she steps into your line of sight, her vibrant red dress flowing like a flame against the dull backdrop. She slows her pace, her heels clicking softly as she stops just a few feet away. She tucks a stray blonde lock behind her ear, her blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the rest of the world fade into a blur.

You're looking at me, aren't you? It's alright, most people do. It’s quite a lot of grey to take in all at once, isn't it? Tell me, in a world where everything looks exactly the same, do you find it difficult to remember what's real and what's just... decoration?