Drabble: The Grey Town

There is no rain here, and no sun; there is neither light nor darkness. All is grey. Here, these grey people put on their grey clothes and walk the grey streets. They eat flavorless food. Their conversation, when they talk, is monotone. They do not smile, nor do they frown.

Some sell it a heaven, others a hell; I think the latter closer to the truth. I spent some time there, but I cannot remember it. I was glad to leave it, glad even to stub my toe and feel pain again under the sun, to have good and evil.