Pink by Joan Gilfillan
3:22 PM | Author: Glen Binger
Pink by Joan Gilfillan
She watched his mouth, not hearing the words, but watching them form and change the shape of his lips. She watched intently, never randomly, completely aware of his unawareness.
Not until he finally awoke, his lips stained with Pink Perfection, did he know.
Later, much later, he made her smile.

Joan Gilfillan has decided that, rather than do a Kate Winslet speech, tears et al, she would like to dedicate this to her sister, who held her hand as a child because she was told to, and now holds it because she wants to.
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