Red was her favorite color. Inside her closet her clothes were all different shades of red, from dark to eye-popping. Her shoes were arranged in one red line. She painted her toenails red and dyed her hair red. If she was a model in a magazine she would have requested to be draped in red. Each day after work she’d kick off her red shoes and smell the red roses sitting on her coffee table. The aroma was so blissful it caused her red-painted lips to curl up in each corner. Life was good.
You might wonder what her obsession with red was. Strangely enough, she didn’t know. She just knew she looked and felt better with red around. It was more than her heart and soul. Red said everything she wanted to say without ever saying a word.
It’s been a busy week for me with kids and family visiting. I didn’t have the time I needed to work on my installment of Vampire Trackers. I’ve been thinking about the color red for a few weeks and how color has such a strong effect on human emotion. Had a few minutes to work on this short. Hope you like it.
Photo via Flickr by Marko/Zak