Black Drabble

She wore black.

To sneak through the shadows, he said. To stay unseen, he said. To keep your secrets, he said.

She died on a full moon, when shadows were hard to come by, when she was seen, when her secret was discovered.

*****

She wore white.

To look innocent, he said. To be misjudged, he said. To keep your secrets, he said.

She died on a new moon, when innocence was undesirable, when she was judged and found wanting, when her secret was discovered.

*****

She wore red.

He said nothing, but took up a weapon and her cause.

She lived.

OC Advent Drabble 2 - Holly

Veronica

The table was perfect.
The white tablecloth perfectly set off the red napkins. The plates were white but edged with silver to match the perfectly spotless cutlery. The centerpiece of evergreen and holly branches dripping with berries was perfectly arranged in a perfectly polished silver bowl.
She imagined the perfect dinner party, with the perfect guests laughing at her husband’s perfectly brilliant stories. Her perfect daughter joined them with perfect manners and disappeared with perfect silence. The perfect feast was perfectly arranged and tasted perfectly delicious.
She turned off the lights. As long as it stayed perfect, so was she.