Here is the photo and my story…
Red Is Just A Color
She dressed appropriately bohemian and headed for the cafe. At least she’d get a coffee and pastry out of the evening.
A delicate figure stepped up to the microphone. Her features were soft. Almost perfect. “Let me leave you with this one last poem,” the poet said at the end of her reading. She was soft-spoken and seemed shy.
“The Colors of Red
Red is the color
and death’s blood.
the color of light
a paper lantern
speaks the unknown.
burns like fire
upon a world
Myrna felt her breath catch. Then she went home, had a brandy, turned down her bed, and slept fretfully.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris.