Fiction from Photos
By Neel Anil Panicker
This time she says it’s because of the colour.
She wants something in blood red, and that too branded, not the cheap plastic ‘Walmart special sale’ outfit in unmatched green and hideous grey that I am wearing.
I want to remind her of last Halloween when Peter from next door wore the same suit and she went bonkers__was laughing, shrieking like mad, pulling and pinching the poor guy all over.
“ I thought to make it slightly spooky…macabre”
She gives me that look and the words spit out,
“ I can change this… right now… to something else…lighter, say in purple”
“No, I hate purple”, she lies.
She steps over, then stops and checks herself in the mirror. She dabs her face with rose powder, the brush caressing her high cheekbones.
Her eyes catch the lipstick case. She mulls over. Pink, silver, red… Which one will it be? Will she pick the red one? That’s what I want to know. She picks up passion red, rolls it over, lathers her thick, luscious lips, and then leaves.
That’s how I know it’s over__ this Halloween, maybe next, maybe for all times.
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