ch 1 a town called faded gray episode: 2

the familiar rhythim of the shady stone road rumbling underneith the blunt desighn of the wagon was almost a lullyby. the mind of samuel cole as it often did drifted but soon became narowed and tightened until it seemed fastened, almost bolted to the idea the thought the.... red
a wind had been blowing and the dusty, overcasted, dynamic shades of gray  became thined and shafts of red and yellow light shined through cobweb and bare spots in the sky. this was a rare moment that samuel had seen several times over his years. when ever it came it was as if he saw it the first time. it was almost like hope if there was such a thing and if there was what would he hope for? all he knew was gray. he knew gray and purple, which no one saw and hid his face. samuel wished he knew red.... 

the lullyby of the rattling cart against an unforgiving road came to an end as samueal cole came into the market. samuel guided his muel into a choice place and climbed down out of the drivers seat. he found a resonably comfortable position to lean against his cart of ternips and waited.

"samuel!" called a man
"samuel one of my favorites students!"
"thank you, would you like a ternip or two?" samuel said with all the love and cunning of a greatful student and a distracted salesmen
"well of course, but really how have you been? you seem well" samuel's teacher said
how have you been? what kind of a question is that? samueal could have thought
and would have thought if he had been asked by another teacher or student or anyone for that mater had asked him that 
he was gray in a gray town where everything was gray, how he had been was gray!
the same as everybody else
but as it was that wasnt what samuel thought

"I'am doing well" samuel answered knowingly
"there was a red dawn this morning and i know how you enjoy them"
"yes sir" samuel said with a tone of sincear respect
"your a special boy samuel im glad i got to teach you as long as i have. you always seemed to have more then gray" his old teacher said with a smile  " a red dawn is a fitting time for you to start your life after school id say, a fitting time for a summer for you to become...." he trailed off and paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking, chooseing his words carfully. "for you to become more" he said in a whisper

it was not only gray in this fadded town
but color was aggresivily removed unnoficially and seriptiously
it was kept gray by great clandestine force. samuel knew that his teacher for even hinting about samuel being more then gray or even loving red more then gray or as much could lead to his disapearance. just another face that would fade and be forgotten in the gray. 

though in the red light of an unusual day samuel cole had a feeling...... that there was more to rise from the ash of a fallen city then just a whisper