Black and White Thinking

“Somebody isn’t doing their job,” he growled, staring out the window.

“Sir?” she said.

“That is the black and white lot,” he said, jabbing his finger in the direction of the parking lot below them. “Black. And. White. Blackandwhite.”

She looked at him and blinked her eyes.

He continued. “I only allow black and white cars to be parked in that lot. I conceded to allow gray. THIS is too much, though.”

“But sir –” she started to say.

He interrupted. “It’s MY lot. I make the rules. Black and white. That’s it.”

“But –“

“No buts. Get those red cars towed out of there. And that stupid yellow car should just get crushed.”

She stared at him, unsure what to do next.

“CALL THE DAMN TOWING COMPANY. Do I make myself clear?” he barked.

An hour later, he watched with a satisfied smile as the final red car was towed away.

“I do like black and white,” he said to himself, looking around his office suite with its white walls and black-and-white tiled floors.

He heard a brisk knock on the door and turned to see a well-dressed woman enter. Her jet-black hair was pulled up and held in place with shiny black combs. Her dress bore black and white geometric designs.

“Darling,” she said. “Look who came to visit! My mother and her sisters. I told them they could park in the lot while we had lunch together.”

His face went white as three women entered wearing red dresses.

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This is my response to the Unicorn Challenge. The simplicity of the challenge is deceiving: write a story of no more than 250 words based on the photo prompt.