I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but I'm just as useful as any of the others.
Mint Pizza Queen
Prism
Chapter One - Simple
Riza stood in her bedroom looking at her daily wardrobe. Blue pants. Navy blue shirt. Black boots. Blue jacket. Blue butt skirt. White belt. Black pistol and holster. She sighed and began to dress. Once everything was on, except the jacket, she looked around her room. White bed. White walls. Light blue small rug. Light blue curtains. Brown dresser. White closet full of blue military uniforms. Black alarm clock. Black dog bed. She sighed.
She walked from her room to make some coffee in her small apartment kitchenette, tossing the jacket into the living room. In the kitchen, she looked around. White walls. Brown small table and two chairs. Light gray curtains. White calendar. Black phone. Black coffee maker. White dishes and cups. Silver utensils. Black dog food bowl. White dog water bowl. She drank the coffee with a sigh and then left the kitchen.
She walked to the bathroom. Light blue walls. White shower curtain. White towels. White small rug. Silver faucets. White sink and shower. She sighed again. She reached into the white basket on her sink and pulled out a silver hair clip. She messed with her hair, allowing the long silky strands to flow smoothly through her fingers. She then twisted, flipped and tucked her hair, holding it in place with the clip. She looked at her reflection. Her golden eyes not as bright as usual. They didn't twinkle anymore. She raised her hand to her cheek and gently touched the flesh. She then walked from the bathroom.
She looked at her living room. She looked at the table next to the door. Brown table. Black handbag. Black dog leash. Blue simple key chain. She sighed again. She did a slow 360 degrees spin and looked at her apartment. Hardwood floors in all rooms. She looked at her living room again. White walls. Black doorway rug. Silver coat hanger. Black military issued trench coat. Tan small sofa. Glass coffee table. Black radio. Brown mantle. Brick fireplace. Silver frame with a picture. Black clock. She looked at the clock. White numbers. Red hands. Time - 0700. She sighed and grabbed her jacket, throwing it on as she grabbed her handbag and keys.
She called for her dog who was still sleeping. Black and white dog. Blue collar. Silver tag. She leashed the dog and left the apartment, heading for her work in a white building.
"Good morning, Fuhrer, sir." Riza said as she saluted her superior and unleashed the dog. Tan walls. Brown desks. Black chairs. White paperwork. She sighed and sat down, beginning her work immediately. Black ink. White paper. Red stamps. She sighed.
'This is your life now Riza. You're the one who wanted to uphold the Hawkeye tradition and join the military. Can't back out now. Dishonor the name if you did.' She thought and closed her eyes. Blackness. Then she opened them. Lightness. Plainness. Simple.
"Brigadier General? Are you okay? You don't seem like yourself today."
"I'm fine sir."
Riza continued. Sign here. Initial there. Stamp here. Address there. Check here. Circle there. Repeat. Page after page of the daily paperwork. Once the paperwork was finished and removed from the office she sat back down in her chair and leaned back. She pulled out her black pistol and gray cleaning kit. She began to disassemble the gun. Piece-by-piece. Clean here. Wipe there. Repeat. Then, she reassembled the gun and put it and the kit away.
"Brigadier General. I do believe it's lunch. Shall we brake?"
"Yes sir."
Lunch time. The cafeteria. White walls. Light blue titled floors. Silver tables. Blue trays. White plates and cups. Silver utensils. Black seats. She looked at the food line and changed direction. Black drink dispenser. Black mugs. Pink sugar packets. White bottle of milk. Yellow bottle of honey. She grabbed a mug and filled it with hot black tea. Adding the honey, she went and sat down at the same old table, grabbing a spoon as she did. She sat and stared at her mug. She swirled it. Left. Left. Right. Sip. Repeat. She did this, until she looked up at the clock. Black clock. Red hands. White numbers. She sighed and placed her mug in the bin. White bin. She walked back to her office and sat down.
More paperwork. Black ink. White paper. Red stamps. Sign here. Initial there. Stamp here. Address there. Check here. Circle there. Repeat. This is how the day continued. The occasional gunshot at the colonel didn't even make it into the day's schedule. She looked up at the clock. White clock. Black numbers. Red hands. Time - 2200. She stood to leave. black leash. Black and white dog. Black handbag.
"Good night, sir. See you Monday."
White hallways. Black and brown doors. Silver and black stairs. Dark outside. She walked from the building into the chill of the night. Left foot. Right foot. Repeat. She slowly made her way home. Brown apartment door. White walls. Tan small sofa. Brick fireplace. Orange flames. She removed her jacket and flopped on the sofa, unleashing her dog as she did.
'This isn't right. Is this really what you wanted to do for the rest of your life? Day in and day out. The same old routine? Monday through Friday? 2400 a day? You need change girl. You need some color in your life.' She thought to herself as she closed her eyes. Blackness.
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