Light by Clara

The workers screamed. The purpose of their lives was to keep Light alive, and she had shattered. Now all colour will disappear. Light coughed, “I’m dying, guys.” Electricity sparked inside Light’s broken frame, and the workers rushed trying to save her. Too late. The sky became a dark grey, the world draining of colour. Daisies and daffodils became an indecipherable mush of grey. Light took her last words, “God help you,” and died. The workers held Light’s lifeless body in their hands and carefully transferred her to her favourite place: the beach. Monochrome filled the land, and sadness engulfed everyone.