An Inappropriate Choice
"But I don't see why she insisted on that colour," said his wife, "it's just so... inappropriate."
"Well she's always felt that it suited her," he said, "it's such a vibrant colour."
"You should have insisted. She always could wind you round her little finger. What will people think?" She shuddered.
"Well it's too late to change it now, so people will just have to ignore it. Try to think about the person inside instead."
Secretly he agreed. His mother had looked dreadful in red, but she'd insisted and she usually got her own way.
He turned and followed the red coffin into the church.
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30 March 2012
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