It started with crayons. She’d use up the one colour and ask for a new box. Then her toothbrush. Pillows. Wallpaper. Schoolbag. Lunchbox.
Then her wardrobe. Shoes. Dresses. Lipstick.
At ten, she found a razor. Her mother screamed when she found her, but she grinned. “So much red!” she squealed.
(Ssh. Secretly taking part in this 55 fiction thing.)