I happen to be wearing pink today. It wasn't until well into
my adulthood that I embraced the colour. Now, my wardrobe has more than a few
pink options. I notices, however, as I passed by my reflection in a window,
that ya can’t look tough in pink.
That prompted the idea behind today’s writing blurb:
And there you have it. Hope you enjoyed reading.
PINK!
INTERIOR - LAUNDRY ROOM -MORNING
Jake, a fourteen year old
boy fanatically digs through the laundry basket.
JAKE
Mom!!
Jake's mom appears at the opening
to the laundry room. Well dressed in a stylish business suit, dish towel in one
hand, still dripping skillet in the other.
MOM
Hurry up honey, we're running late.
Jake begins to toss the items of
clothing haphazardly on the floor.
JAKE
But they’re all PINK!
A smirk appears
on Jake's mom's face.
MOM
You didn't sort them, did you?
JAKE
I did! I totally
did...
Jake pulls out one red sock from the bottom of the basket.
JAKE (CONT’D)
NOOO!!
MOM
Looks like you missed one.
Dejected, Jake slumps down into a
heap on the floor along side the pink-tinted laundry.
MOM (CONT’D)
Time's a tickin' mister,
we gotta get going.
Jake looks up at his mother with a tear in his eye.
He
pulls out and displays a once-white T-shirt with an elaborately gory skull
screen-printed on the front. A variety of pretty pink streaks and splotches now
accompany the skull.
JAKE
I can’t go to school wearing this.
Drying the
skillet, Jake's mom cocks an eyebrow.
MOM
Tell everyone it's the blood and
guts.
She chuckles and leaves the room
MOM (O.S.) (CONT’D)
Just pick something
Jake, we'll
sort it out tonight.
Jake sorts through the pile one last time, but
settles on the skull shirt. Begrudgingly, he slips it over his hear.
Disheartened, he looks down at his pink splotches.
JAKE
(muttering to himself)
No Way I can look tough wearing PINK!
FADE OUT.
And there you have it. Hope you enjoyed reading.
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