It Is Zaffre
Her dress was magnificent; it showed off her skin
And the green of her eyes. It went well with her lipstick.
He tried his best to talk her out of it.
I never liked phthalo, he said. But she laughed.
Periwinkle? He guessed. She laughed again.
Persian blue? Twinge-let, her parrot said. They both laughed.
You are not talking me out of it, she told him.
I feel sexy and happy, and you will love all the attention
it will give you.
His boss and his boss’s boss could not keep their eyes
off of her.
He did not like it at all!
It is zaffre, she told him afterwards. I will wear it often
and whenever I like. If you want me you will have to get used to it.
Zaffre must be a magical color, he thought, but he got used to it
because he loved her.
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