It is grey here. It is always grey here. On the other side I’m sure there are days filled with yellow and green. I can feel the faded reflections under my fingertips. I can sometimes hear things from the other side. Not like the gaping shrieks that fill the yawning nights. Different sounds. They make my palms itch and my neck sweat, frightened. If only I were taller I could maybe see the things making the sounds. Or see the yellow and green. But this side is grey. This side will always be grey. What else could it be?
This is based on the prompt walls and a 100 word writing about that prompt. follow the link here to see what I’m talking about/
Words Have Teeth 