[Every woman has a story. Every story has a colour. This is just one of them.][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.]
Magenta she loves. Magenta it shall be.
Magenta nailpaint, magenta bangles, magenta shoes. She will braid magenta ribbons through the little girl’s curly mop. Maybe even order a magenta milkshake at the ice cream parlour.
Sunday is a special day. Sunday is her day with the most wonderful child in the world. The father is around too, but even he knows he is just the bystander.
She will have to wipe off traces of magenta before sending the girl back home to her mother, but the following Sunday can be another magenta day.
How she hates the word ‘step mother’.
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.