Monochromes. That was the name given to us.
It was more of a label than a name, because names were reserved for humans. We were just animals in a cage. The regular humans casted us out from the society and gave us our separate quarters. We were not allowed to interact with the regulars lest we steal their colours. If only they understood that we never chose to be this way. We never wished for a colourless life. It is my dream to become a regular human, even if for one day.
Just once, to live a normal day…
Word Count: 99
Prompts:
July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge
The Dark Netizen 
Is it nice to be normal? Or is it boring? I don’t know; I’ve never been there 🙂
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Lovely story. I love where you have taken the prompt. Refreshing.
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I almost went into a story behind all the people in the window but changed my mind. Glad I did – this was superb! Thanks so much for playing along each week.
My take: https://dbmcnicol.com/fotoflash-the-parade/
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About dogs, perhaps?
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The ways in which we dehumanize leave many longing for one day to feel normal.
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“normal” – that’s ambitious! 🙂
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