Redhead

By Danielle Keating

I knocked on my girlfriend’s door, and she answered almost immediately. She opened the door and smiled. She looked beautiful as ever; same eyes, same slim figure, but one thing looked different.

“Your hair!” I exclaimed.

“Like it?”

“Yeah, I kinda want to dye my hair now.”

“Well, come in. I’ll color it for you.”

I entered her home and sat down while she brought me a bucket full of crimson liquid that smelled metallic.

“Where’d you get this dye?”

“I made it myself.”

“Well, keep that away from you roommates! Speaking of your roommates, where are they?”

“Yeah, about that…”