Introduction
This collection is a collection of seventy stories, each 280 words. They were inspired by the first picture seen on my Twitter feed on a given day.
56. Colours
What to wear? What to wear? Could she say it in colours? A blue jacket. That was a lie. But didn't blue represent lies now? The red rosette said it loud enough, didn't it? She knew her black shirt and black hair set it off well enough. And what of the crucifix? Oh yes, indeed. Red lips pouting to boot. She was arriving.
She would always stand up for the working class. Working class? Those who had to work for their money, who didn't get given it.
Not for her the yellow bellies. Broken promises to the students and this absurd pipe dream of maintaining the status quo. Ye gods. The people had spoken and said what they wanted. 52% of them. (Sort of.) Come on. Get on with it.
She touched her jacket lightly. A pity it was blue. The colour suited her. She could never be blue. Especially with the almighty mess they were making now. The whole caboodle an argument between a couple of public school boys. Shame on them. What were they thinking? Their mothers should talk to them seriously.
"I'd rather get into bed with the Jack Russell. I despise what he stands for with his racism, hatred and division. They'll crucify me for sure. But so be it. The people have spoken; I'm not alone in my party thinking this way."
On cue the young man in the purple beanie jumped up in front of her and cried. "The will of which people? Those who were lied to? Those who pay taxes here but aren't allowed a voice? Those who've changed their minds? Those who were too young to give their opinion back then?
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