Long considered a crank, friends of Henry Frick laughed at his wild imaginings. Even his wife, Alice, after enduring decades of conspiracy theories, turned a deaf ear to whatever fantasy enthralled him at a given moment. Homeland Security no longer took his calls nor did the local police.
Like the boy who’d called wolf once too often, Henry was ignored.
When he saw the creeping mold leaching color from the planet, no one paid attention.
Alice, fading into muted grays, told him to be quiet.
The world had become black and white and no one noticed.
No one – except Henry.
Word count: 100
Photo credit: Sandra Crook
Author’s Note: This flash fiction story is written in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers in which she challenged readers to create a 100 word story based on the photo above. Rochelle’s site can be found here.