Jason's point of view in Identity, riding with Marie into Paris. Word: Crimson.
"What's your favorite color?" Marie queried.
It had been her idea: playing a game to pass the time and the miles. To see how much he knew about himself.
"Red," he replied. Unthinking.
He looked away quickly, watched the surroundings blur past.
Marie noticed. "What?" she laughed. "What's so wrong about red? That's the first straight answer you've been able to give me."
"It's nothing," he mumbled. "Never mind." He turned toward her to smile weakly, reassuringly.
In the wintry, watery afternoon sunlight, her hair glowed a deep rich red.