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It was a grey day.


It was always a grey day.


The dark grey mills belched out their dark grey smoke into the dark grey sky as thousands of children scampered along cobbled streets to be greeted by the dark grey foremen of the dark grey mills.


But something felt different this morning.


There was the faint burble of music and a strange red tint to the dark grey clouds.


Joseph stopped on his way to the dark grey clog factory where he spent most of his dark grey days. He could see shafts of red light spilling through the archways in the dark grey viaduct. And from the other side of the dark grey terraces he could hear music. It wasn't beautiful, but he so rarely heard music that it seemed to him to be so very beautiful.


Other children stopped.


A thousand children stopped.


A thousand children breathing light grey mist into the dark grey air.


And then it appeared between the dark grey arches.


A burbling, trundling, tumbling circus of scarlet and ivory shrouded in a creeping, crawling, inquisitive mist.


As it edged towards him along the dark grey cobbles, Joseph realised that he had never seen anything like it. He had never seen anything so colourful. He had never seen anything so red. So very very red.


In all of his dark grey life, Joseph had never seen anything so Spectacular!




(My entry for the Spectacular Challenge... And it came fourth! Hoorah!)