[This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.]
She never through of herself as a Pink. Neither a soft, feminine pink. Nor a hot, saucy one.
She was just She. A person, not a woman. A person who accepted others as they were. Who neither judged, nor condemned. Who had no time for battles, nor the inclination to fight. A person at peace with herself. A Pacific White!
Till those she held dear were threatened. She rose to do battle. She became Fiery Red. A lioness defending her young.
She is a Mother. White she is, but white tinged with Red. Like it or not, she is Pink.
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.