The Green Chair

A large man sat in the green chair. The man was a light shade of green, tall and broad shouldered . The wind whisked through his short gray hair as he relaxed in the green chair, firmly placed on his lush green lawn. As he rested his tired body he gazed upon a small green insect, that was making it’s way down his leg towards the fresh green grass. The man then leaned back slightly as a bird, that was appearently spray painted lime green, swooped down in front of his now emrald green face, and ate the small green bug thus ending it’s short life. In an entirely different place an old woman with red hair sat in her chair. She was a small lady who only wore red. The chair she sat in was a long lounge chair with stripes on it. Each stripe was a different shade of red. The woman had placed her chair in her garden, 3 inches from her red tulip and 2 feet and 4 inches from her rose bush which she never trimed. As a red beetle climbed up the stem of the tulip a small redish cat grabbed the red beetle and ate it thus ending it’s short life. Two decades later the green man who sat in a green chair, and the woman who wore only red and sat in a red chair, both died, but nobody knew who they were, and they both had no family so nothing ever came of their death. Both of their houses and his grass and her flowers were later destroyed in two seperate natural disasters. These two people were never known of and nothing is left of them.