The Spectre

I was asked to write about a color, so my thoughts naturally turned to my favorite color. Green. I couldn’t say why it is my favorite color, I’ve just always enjoyed it. Of course, walking outside, you’re surrounded by various shades of green. The grass, the leaves… that car over there. Still, none of these things really tell a story. Not like this imposing fellow.

He was wearing a green hooded jacket, the hood somehow hid most of his features. I saw blue eyes, a bit of blond hair, and a cigarette. I tried to make small talk with the hooded figure. “Hey, how are you?” He grunted in response. “I like your jacket. Where did you get it?” Bundeswehr was all I got. That’s German for Federal Defense Force. His body language was clear too. He wanted to be left alone.