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Welcome To Greenville
Rated: 13+ | Short Story | Sci-fi | #1852713
Green, seems to be the only color that everyone wears in Greenville, but why?

The car swerved to the right when Dave rubbed his tired eyes, and he pulled out the map from the glove compartment. He arched his brow in frustration searching for the entrance to the town.

"Sharon, look for the sign Greenville, that’s where I have to turn off. It’s about a mile from here," Dave uttered. He folded the map and put it on the dashboard.

"There it is, turn right. There's the building, it's dark green, and even the light coming from the window is green. How weird. It's creepy. Are you sure this is where your boss wants you to relocate the office? "

"Yes, this is exactly the place he wants me to set up the new branch of our company," he responded, shaking his head and rolling his eyes in bewilderment.   

They both got out and walked over to the visitor's entrance. He opened the door for Sharon, and with caution they entered the green room, and were greeted by a man, dressed in green from head to toe, reading a green book.

“Welcome to Greenville,” the man murmured, while he handed Sharon and Dave green pants, shirts, socks, hats and shoes.

"Excuse me sir, why do we have to wear all these?" Dave asked. He stepped back suspiciously and bundled everything over his arm.

“Didn’t you read the sign?” The man pointed to it above Dave's head. "It’s the law, everyone must be dressed in green. You must not wear any other color, only green."

“But why? Your sign doesn’t say why.” He questioned while he ran his fingers through the green clothes in disgust. 

“Don’t know. Like I said before, it’s the law, all babies, children and adults all must be dressed in green. Just obey the rules and you’ll be fine," the man warned, pacing in front of them.

"Is there a hotel where we can put our clothes on, wash up and get ready for lunch?" Sharon requested, glaring at him with hostile eyes.

“No!" The man snarled and pounded his fist on the green counter "You can’t leave here, until you put your green clothes on, "See that door over there. It’s a changing room for visitors. Go there and put them on now!”

“Okay, okay, but this is ridiculous. I have never heard of anything so insane." Dave mumbled as he turned around and grabbed Sharon's hand, walking towards the room, in a huff.

After Dave and Sharon dressed in their green clothes and ventured outside. All the people were dressed in green. The hotel was green, the streets, cars, and even the food was green. 

They both checked into the green hotel and ate some green dinner. Then, they went upstairs to unpack their other clothes. When Sharon happened to see a long mirror against the wall, she stood there and looked at herself in the clothes, then she turned towards Dave and raised her voice.

“Don't you think it's strange, that everything is green. I mean everything! Look at these clothes, they're hideous," she complained, combing her blond hair and narrowing her blue eyes. "I don’t care what that man says, I’m not wearing these damn green clothes." She pulled off her shirt and pants in a rage.

“Do what you want Sharon, you always do anyway.  I'm taking a nap, I have to get up early tomorrow and scout around for a location for the business." Dave stated, opening his mouth with a yawn, as he brushed his brown hair and laid on the bed.

Sharon opened the drawer and took out a yellow shirt and blue jeans. Then she threw the green clothes in a pile on the bed, while she dressed and went downstairs. All the people turned around, covering their mouths gasping, "Oh! No!" She looked at them like they were crazy and ignored all the mutterings and went outside. All the people began to run in every direction swarming the streets like bees until the streets were empty, except for one individual who had just come out of a green store and saw her, turned around and began to take off down a green alley. 

“What on earth is going on?” Sharon yelled, at the person running away from her.

“He's coming!” The woman screamed.  “Now he can see you!"

“Who can see me? What are you talking about?” She yelled at her as she darted down the green road.

“The Prism man can't see green,” she answered, her voice filled with fear.

"Oh, nonsense. You're all lunatics, believing in such fairy tales. What's going on? Who is the Prism man? This is like a Science Fiction movie. " 

Sweat formed on Sharon's face and a lump formed in her throat. Her heart pounded in her ear.  She sat to rest on a green bench, when she heard a loud noise that made her jump up from her seat. It sounded like heavy boots, pounding the green pavement, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a bright transparent optical element, materialized in front of her and shaped a man. It lifted its rectangular arm and sent wavelengths forth of energy, surrounding Sharon, pulling her into a spectral color wheel. Her face became pale and drawn, the color of her shocked blue eyes was fading, and even her words turned into colored vibrations. Her hand covered her face to protect it, but her eyes swirled in reflections of blue terror, and her lips and nose melted into a mass of purple crystals. Up, from her quivering throat, came her last eerie sound, "GODDDDDD!" as electrical currents of blue, yellow, violet, and orange, sparked around her compressed body. Sharon's heart broke, and shards of red flesh were strung like a harp on her brittle lungs. Her arms and legs stretched like rubber bands, forming multicolored rays as she was absorbed into the prism. Finally, only her ring and watch were left that lay on the green seat. Then, the creature was gone.                                               


                                                            ************


Dave woke up the next morning, pulled the covers back and dangled his legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, he gazed around the room. He wondered where Sharon was, because the other side of the mattress had not been slept on. He threw his arms in the air in exasperation and thought to himself, I bet she took a green cab and went to stay with her sister because she didn't like the town. It's just like her to do something like that, she always gets her way. Oh well, I'm not going to let it ruin my day. I'll call her when I get settled in and finish my assignment. He put on his green shirt and pants then grabbed a green notebook sitting on the green hotel desk and went out the green door whistling, to start his new green adventure.


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