5 minute fic: "black and white..."

"Colours"
Black and white are movies on movie night. My dreams about home are also
black and white. Things that don't seem real are never in colour.
The war is real. Blood is red, so it's real. The tents in the compound are
green, so they're real.
The wounded, even though they sometimes look really white, are real.
Even today, Easterday, it's all real.
But today there's also some colour. Some colour that's real and good.
Chocolate easter eggs. They have pretty coloured wrappings. Blue ones,
purple ones, yellow ones and orange ones.
The local kids are running around looking for them.
They'll dream in colour tonight. So will I, I hope.