Ginny looked at the mess bubbling in her saucepan and wrinkled her nose. It just wasn’t good enough. Not even Rupert, their canine dustbin, would eat that. For the second time that morning she scraped the contents into the bin. Slumping in a chair she glared at her traitorous kitchen. The cupboards, so full they barely closed, yielded nothing useful.
Green was easy: cabbage, sprouts, apples and lime jelly. Yellow was a breeze: cheese, bananas, custard and lemon drizzle cake. Red was manageable: tomatoes and strawberry jam.
But this morning her autistic son had announced that today was a grey day.
This post was written as part of the 100 word challenge for grown ups at Julia’s Place.