A Perfect Match

She read the names aloud as if one would speak to her; it’s me.

 “Ruby Red, Fire Engine Red, Startling Red, Kiss Me Red.”

Maybe she was wrong.

“Cheating Red.”

She raised the stick higher and ran it across the crumpled, red-stained shirt in her hand. It was a perfect match.


8 thoughts on “A Perfect Match

  1. So clever! I love how you manage to tell a good story without actually telling too much. The name of the lipstick says it all. Nicely done!


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