"Ginger Snaps: Memories"
9. A Lot of Different Reds
Brigitte has a lot of different reds in her life.
Red, some tone she doesn't quite recognize, is her sister's hair. She spends most days watching those beautiful locks sway and wish hers didn't resemble a mop.
Dark red is the gardener's shirt. He sometimes wears it with this grey undershirt, and though not one to have much interest in that weird, brain-fucking thing called fashion, Brigitte thinks it looks good.
Orange-tinted red is the sunset, under which she and Ginger walk home. It draws almost pinkish hues to the horizon, which clashes with the pitch black of Ginger's non-stop chatter about graves and corpses and death. Pale orange on the grey concrete, against her black boots.
Bright red of the parka that Pam sometimes wears. It signals her need to get warm, which is perpetual and shows itself around cups and cups of red, scalding-hot tea.
Vibrant red, vermillion, dark and bright, is the colour of blood that is now spilling onto the white tiles. It's brighter the closer to the ground it is.
Red is the sound of the droplets. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Red across the lips of Ginger's smile.
"See? We bleed."
