A Fictional Response to the Daily Word-prompt ‘Pink’
Emily liked the colour pink, it made her feel younger, feminine and strangely it gave her a strength.
When some time ago she was left on her own, she added pink to every room in her house, not too much, just a touch and in shades to suit the environment in which it was placed. At the time she believed she was making some sort of statement, almost like an animal staking its claim and leaving its scent and perhaps she was.
The colour pink however, has now taken on altogether different persona.
A short while ago Emily believed her happiness was being threatened and the more she believed this the more her rational thinking began to slip away.
Feeling hurt and in an effort to protect herself she began to push away the person she needed the most and unfairly forced him into a situation he didn’t understand and never asked for. By now she was in a panic and her control on her emotions steadily ebbed.
Emily had no idea what prompted her to visit the pharmacy that afternoon and purchase the nail lacquer, but the urge to do so was strong.
Sitting at her kitchen table Emily carefully painted her nails one by one. Sitting back to admire the shiny bright pink lacquered nails, she gave a half-smile of appreciation as she felt her strength begin to return, until eventually she began to feel empowered and no matter what happened now, she was back in control.
Emily’s friend had the good sense to take charge and he turned the situation around, for which Emily would be forever grateful, but somewhere there Emily couldn’t help wondering if it was really because of the enchantment of the pink nails.