Luke and the Grey Sky

This is a story that I did in a writing challenge between a couple of friends and myself, you had 10 minutes to write a story, about 5-8 to reread it, edit it and if you needed, add a quick ending. I did this a few years ago, but if you want to give any feedback on it, feel free.

Luke and the Gray Sky

Luke sat on a park bench. Everything around him was bustling, kids playing, parents talking, people playing with their dogs. It was truly a beautiful day. Green grass, green leaves, a colorful playground, everyone happy, and a giant... Gray sky. Just hanging there. He looked up at it again. Everything was perfect but the sky didn't fit. The sky never fit. Even the place smelled perfect. Like a sweet spring breeze carries the flower's blessing, but up in the sky there was only a dull, depressing and oddly frightening look. It was hard to turn away, but he had to. He held flowers in his hands, not a bouquet but just a few he'd collected. The blue, plastic bench was comfortable and the wind brushed through his short blond hair. He looked down towards the road to his left. There was something coming, something good.

That sky, it was ruining everything. No. Don't look at the sky. He looked to his right, just seeing people, smiles. Back to the left, and there was a school bus. Children. He loved children. Their smiles, their innocence. They were just pure, happy humans. Not usually as afraid to speak their mind but less likely to be profane. They began getting off and running into the park. He smiled and watched. All kinds, American, European, African, Asian, even a few... Gray. No. That can't be right. There aren't gray people. It was a girl, she had no smile. The little girl wasn't dressed for play, she had a little dress, brown and striped. She reminded him of someone coming out of a relaxed Catholic school. And she was not running and playing, she was walking. Slowly. She looked down at the ground, hiding some of her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she looked very sad. A boy ran past her. But as he got close to her, she twisted her shoe slightly and tripped him, causing him to fall. He hit the ground and scraped himself. His father rushed over and pat him on the back. "It's alright. Just a scrape. Wash it off and it won't even hurt anymore. Come on." They went off, smiling. Normal. But there was that girl.

And the sky. The girl and the sky. They didn't fit. "Why? Why are you here?" She stopped, hearing his voice. She didn't look at him, but began to sob with her tears. A gentle cry, as if she had just done something wrong and her mother had yelled at her. She turned from him, and looked out across the street. There was a man. A gray man. He wore a suit and was quite bald. He waved to Luke, turned and began to walk away, shoving a man into the street as he went. Luke looked back at the sky. The gray was starting to spread. It was going from the sky to the horizon as well. Everyone had stopped playing. There were no happy noises anymore. Luke looked back at the girl, only to find she was much closer, now crying quite violently, but silently. "Why do you do this? What have I done that makes you not want me to be here?"

The sound returned to her, her cries and sobs horrible. Her long, dark hair hung down in front of her face now as she went on, still hiding it. "Yo... You can't have wh-wh-what you th-think you n-n-n-n-n-n-need." She gasped for control and slowed herself, still with tears and heavy breath. She turned and looked at where the man had been and started again, stronger than ever. "IT'S NOT RIGHT FOR YOU TO HAVE!"

Her scream silenced everything. It wanted to echo, but was too afraid to. She looked at him, but he could not see her face behind the hair. "I created it. I'm not keeping it from anyone else, they just don't want it. It's not my fault they do not accept. I do not ask for riches or flesh or the sins or the temptations of most men. I just want to sit here, enjoying life, seeing every plant green, every child happy, every parent content and the sky blue. I just want a blue sky. Is that too much to ask?" His eyes pleaded with her, but he wasn't even sure if she could see them. Not sure that he had really said anything. He reached forth and moved the hair out of her eyes. She was very beautiful, Caucasian and the sweetest thing you could ever see.

She stared deep into his eyes. "You can't have perfection. The world doesn't allow it. My family brings reality to your world. I bring reality to you. It is not my choice, it is my duty. For nothing can be perfect and nothing should. Even if all you ask for is everyone else to be happy, that cannot be. Even if you ask for nothing for yourself, that cannot be. Every wish is selfish in one way or another. And you chose to realize that and leave before it was too late. Or maybe, you just couldn't live with reality." She left his body, limp as soon as he touched her. She walked, her black shoes clacking loudly against the gray sidewalk. There was a man, crying and holding a boy by the bathroom. There was a crowd in the street where a man had stumbled and been hit by a car. And there was no little girl and man. Like they never existed. And the only one who knew of them, the creator of this little paradise, he too was gone now. As the world was left to crumble and it too ceased to exist.

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