Sunday, 4 March 2012


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.)

3 member protest rally:

Disguise said...

...okay WOW.

Surkhi said...


Mystique said...

Huh. I think I missed this one. I love.

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