Red… That was his obsession.
The sheets were red.
Early sunsets at the end of the week are red.
His iron suit was red and gold, but the red stuck out the most, he had thought.
The seats in his hot rod are red.
The sailboats were red, with red lettering.
His tool cabinets were red. The only poem he had memorized in his life started with the sentence: roses are RED.
The very first flower he had given her was red.
His favorite pair of Nike's was red.
The rotting apple in his refrigerator was red.
The cap of the pen that he held an hour before was: red.
His boxers were a deep red.
His toothbrush, his towel that hung in the shower, and his socks were all red.
Her hair dryer was red.
Her purse was of course, red.
Her mouse pad was red, with the stark industries logo that sat neatly in the corner.
The robot that malfunctioned and caught on fire was red. And the fire was also a delightful blend of reds.
The first color in the rainbow was red.
The trash bin was red.
The science book he had received for his 14th birthday from his father was red. Her car was red.
The bricks of the Sheriff's Department were all red.
The stop signs that were planted at every intersection in Malibu were red; along with every stop light.
His mother's lipstick was red.
That one show he used to watch when he was a kid had a character that always wore a red coat.
The stamps on his mail were red.
The stripes in the American flag that he protected every time he bolted on his ironman suit were red.
One of the terrorist's turbans was red.
The blinking light before a picture is taken is red.
The on air sign in news rooms are red.
The battery light in his iron helmet flashed red before he tumbled to the ground.
Warning signs are red.
Pizza, which was his favorite food, has red sauce.
And decorated neatly above the cheese was a red pepperoni.
Peppers were red.
Salsa is also red.
The umbrella he had held over her head when it was raining was red.
The first aid kit was red.
The ambulance was red.
Strawberries are red.
Clown noses were red.
The Bible that he had not picked up in seven years was red.
The inside of his private jet was red.
The water turned red when he lost his last baby tooth drinking a cup of the contents.
His basketball was red.
His electric guitar was red.
His controller for his PS2 was red.
All of his tools had red handles.
The first cake he smashed his face into had red icing.
The coffee grounds can was red.
The stapler in her office was red.
And her clipboard was red.
Tony's love for her was red.
Pepper's hair was red, although she preferred to call it a light copper color.
Love is red.