“Grandma, why is the sky blue?”
Because Earth is a giant blueberry. An angel spilled his powerade. Blue is God’s favorite color.
I’d unearthed a hundred answers for every question my son asked. We’d buried him today beneath blue skies.
“I don’t know, dear.”
This month’s microprose challenge: write a story in exactly 44 words that includes a color and a number.
kathunk 
so poignant
Thanks!
Touching.
This is lovely, Katie, and the metaphors are brilliant. An angel spilled his powerade -Wow!
I’m sorry I didn’t read this before the grids closed. This was incredible. I kept reading back and forth and skipping parts and it just got better.