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.
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