Path

I took the path of least resistance and it led to a monochrome meadow full of white flowers, black trees, and grey skies. No wait, I cried, trying to find my way back to color and spice. But it was too late and every road looked the same, circling back around in an impossible bored game. I accepted my fate to wander alone in this frictionless maze, craving the drama I had once despised, until one day a white knight on a black horse arrived.

“Hello,” he said with a smile. “Our records show that your auto warranty has expired.”

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Written for Six Sentence Story.