Shades of Grey

The newspapers were thrown from the lorry and on to the pavement in front of the newsagent's.
The newsagent dragged them inside and removed the plastic binding which held them in their neat bundles.
"What's this?"
An angry man entered the shop. He had in his hand a newspaper. It appeared to be the previous day's.
"What's wrong?" asked the newsagent.
"This."
The man flicked through until he found the letters page. He pointed at one of the letters.
"Should have been the proudest day of my life," he said.
"Is that your letter?"
"Yes, but you spelled my name wrong."
The newsagent started to explain that he had no say over what went in the newspaper and he certainly wasn't a proofreader. He just sold the things.
The man didn't listen to him. He pulled out a gun and shot the newsagent. He fell to the floor, bleeding copiously from the new hole in his stomach over the newspapers which were now fanned out all over the floor.
Black and white and red all over.