Purple to Claire was such a vibrant, passionate and sensual colour
in crushed velvet, smooth suede and chunky knits in every shade from warm lilac
to the deepest purple to the brightest violet. It created calm when she arrived home from a busy day as she
lounged in her lilac room on plump scatter cushions in various shades of purple
that she could sink into and snuggle.
People even said her eyes were violet like that of Elizabeth
Taylor and as she stared deep into them from the mirror, she saw they were
right even though they had lost their sparkle.
She sighed heavily.
Walking away from the mirror, Claire decided she didn't like
purple anymore; the greyish, deep purple bruise on her tender cheek now turned
the sensual colour into a brutal reminder to always use a coaster.
There you have it; five sentences on my favourite colour and a reminder that not all colours are as beautiful as we think. For more fab stories on purple, please visit lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-purple/.
