Pink

She wore pink the first time she noticed the shadow. It started following her the minute she stepped outside. She stopped. It stopped. She moved an arm. It moved an arm. Just like me she thought but she'd had enough fun with it and wanted to do something else. But it tailed her. Go away she told it but it attached itself to her feet. She shook them. Still it stuck. I don't want to play with you she said to it, you are no fun and you are not wearing pink. It returned nothing but silence. So she went back inside and put on her purple dress, her favorite, the one with sparkles down the sleeves. She looked at herself in the mirror. Perfect she thought and she went back outside. The shadow appeared again, attached to her feet, mirroring her every move but this time, it wore sparkly purple too. I love purple the shadow said to her. Oh, she said, me too! And they romped and jumped, climbed and swung for the rest of the day. As the sun went down, they parted ways. And she fell asleep that night thinking about her other purple dress, the one with sparkles on the front, the one she would wear tomorrow. ©kcasady2014