by Bob Muller
Published by Bob Muller at Smashwords
Copywright 2011 Bob Muller
All throughout Grey City everything was grey. Grey houses, grey sidewalks, grey streets grey flowers, grey grass, and grey trees. Even the sky was grey. As I said, everything in grey city was grey. Well.... almost.
Deep in the heart of Grey City lived The Junkman. Everything about The Junkman's house and yard was disturbingly (to the others who lived in Grey City) not grey. It even seemed that things were deliberately not grey. But that's how The Junkman liked it. The reason he was called The Junkman (nobody seemed to know his real name) was because he collected junk, a lot of it, and displayed it quite dramatically in a variety of places all over his house and all around his front yard. He called it his "art" with great relish! Others called it junk, without the relish. But all critics aside, The Junkman continued on, as always, creating newer and more fantastic ways to make his junk... uh, "art" beautiful.
That is until one day when Grey City elected a new mayor. His name was Frown. Mayor Frown. And frown he did when he finally got a look for himself at The Junkman's house and front yard. "No, no, no ! This will never do!!" He said. "It is an eyesore in the middle of all this wonderful grey." So that afternoon the mayor got together with his council and passed an ordinance that The Junkman's junk had to go. And that was that.