Black Red And White

Time slowed when he saw it shakily glowing on the wall. Something he had found comforting before but not this time. His fondness for red dots might have started with his affection for the living ones his arachnologist uncle studied. Weren't they called cotton bugs or something? A red dot on a medical letter once helped him get a blood test quickly. The dots on the dominoes he and his uncle played were nearer orange, but still.. 'I can duck away,' He resolved. Then 'No. Not cotton bugs. Velvet mites!' Suddenly all was darkness save a white dot growing bigger.