Microfiction Day 90 – ‘Water Colours’

The sky was a sullen grey, full of clouds like downturned mouths. She looked up to try and gauge where the sun might be, but the darkened veil over the earth was too heavy.

It had the effect of deadening everything, the green grass turned muddy and the river the shade of a khaki bruise. Even the blue riverboat looked more weathered than usual, the windows like teeth in an unwelcoming smile.

A flash of bright, impossible turquoise caught her eye, and she watched the kingfisher swoop over the sluggish water. A burst of copper, brimful of hope.