Father and daughter were walking through a narrow passage. One side was boarded up. There were shops on the other side.
“Dad look so many umbrellas! red, green, blue, so many colors!”
Little girl clapped excitedly. Father looked up from his phone call.
“Dad, can I have an umbrella?”
“Umbrella! Dear, we have have umbrellas at home.”
“Those are all black dad, not red or yellow.”
“Yellow umbrella, really! who buys?”
Monochromatic adult mind could not appreciate, joy of bright colors. It simply focussed on job at hand,
“Let us buy a gift for your birthday.”
Reluctantly, girl moved on.
Word Count : 100
Photo Promt : Dale Rogerson