Colour Challenge!

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When I finished writing my entry for this week's 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups a few days ago, I logged onto Julia's Place to double check that I had the wording of the challenge correct, and found that loads of people had already got their act together and published their pieces. I couldn't resist digging in straight away, and it was great fun reading them all. The internet may be a wonderful thing, but the imagination is just wild! Whatever else may happening in Europe, they can't take that away from us, thank heavens!

Anyway, by the time I'd read all that lot, my household was screaming for supper, or at least certain members were - my husband and the divine duo don't scream (but are all cats as vociferous as mine?), so I'm only now getting back to it, and all I can say is, it's a big mistake reading other entries before posting your own - it surely makes one feel inadequate!

The challenge this week was to write a piece of dialogue of 158 words (including the prompt) on: ...'Are you sure it should be that colour?'...

Tentatively, here is my entry: 

     ‘How’re you doing?’ Paul asked anxiously.

     ‘Winning, hopefully.’ Luke said, depressing the plunger. ‘We’ll see soon enough.’ He paused. ‘D’you remember our den – when we were kids?’ he said.

     ‘What? Yes – yes, of course, but…’

     ‘Remember when we planned to leave wha’sisname’s gang – join Colin’s?’

     ‘Of course I remember, but what…?’

     ‘He told us to paint our den door.’

     ‘The one we nicked from my dad’s shed!’ Paul grinned. ‘I’d hardly forget that. “Green for me, blue for him,” Colin said. “Choose whose side you’re on!” And you painted it turquoise, you pillock!’

     ‘It looked green to me.’ Cautiously, Luke tipped the glass phial. ‘You said:  “Are you sure it should be that colour?”’

     ‘I was right – because then Colin and the lads turned up…’

     ‘And you said “RUN!”’ Luke looked up, his face pale. ‘You need to run now! This shouldn’t be that colour – I can’t diffuse it! It’s going to blow. Go – get out of here!’