100 Challenge - 19. Grey

Good lord! That has taken me 2 months to write! Some of these blighters are a little hard to do!

First it was happy, love story, blahh
Then it was all angsty and rahh
Then it was about tea (Don't ask!)

Finally sat down and knocked this out and it's okay, but I need to do more "writing" like story/prose style.

(Also, sorry to anyone who thinks I've spelled grey wrong like ten times, I haven't. I'm English and we're kookie like that!)

19. Grey

Grey was the colour of his suit, a medium grey, made from cheap polyester material that caught and clicked easily.

Grey was the colour of his underwear, what were once white and new was now stained and washed together with his black socks, the colours muddling together like his memories.

Grey was the colour of his hair, what was left of it anyway. Not silver like a fox, the rich dark locks gone from his youth, leaving only wisps of this grey.

Grey was the colour of his skin, too much smoking has left him with this tinge, now his face hung and sagged, deep sad wrinkles scattered.

Grey was the colour of his brain, fogged up and old, forgotten thoughts, recollections. Suit? Socks? Wisps of grey? Grey?

“Grey is the colour of my suit.”...