But where Charlie was alone was in the way he looked at the world. He knew that there was more to life than all this greyness, the question was where to find it.
One day Charlie was busy drawing an elephant, (on a piece of paper, not actually drawing on an elephant as that would have been stupid) with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and as he scribbled hard, his pencil shot out of his hand and under his desk.
When Charlie leaned down to get his pencil, two strange things happened. One – all the blood rushed to his head and made him feel really dizzy. Two – the world seemed to take on something other than grey, he still had no idea what it was but for the first time Charlie could see the world in colours.
He sat upright just a bit too quickly and nearly made himself sick – but there it was, the world was back to being grey.
bobby stevenson 2014