Short Stories by Linden Wood

Short Story Collection

original stories by Linden Wood © 1998 - 2002

Red

     She wears red - bright, vibrant red. Her lips and fingernails are painted red. She drives a red car. It is her trademark; her statement to the world. "Look at me!," it shouts
     She is wild. She goes nowhere without her four-inch stilettos. She owns a red leather skirt that fits so tightly, walking is almost impossible. When she goes to a store in town she parks her red sports car down the street, she will then walk down the block to the store in order to be seen. She takes large bold steps. She lets everyone know she is in charge. Men watch her - most too awed to ever approach her. And they dream of her. She knows this.
     She loves attention. Behind the wheel of her car she dares death, her tires barely clinging to the curves. Her squeeling tires can be heard before her car is in sight.
     Some say she should move to California and become a model or movie star, others whisper that she is a prostitute. She doesn't care what they say.
     She works as an office manager for Greg Adams, a lawyer in town, and several times he's had to ask her to go home and change into something less low-cut, or less tight, or less short. She loves being told she is too sexy for the office. The other girls hate her. This is the part that Veronica loves best.

     She was my best friend though I always wished we were more, having fallen in love with her when she taught me to slow dance in the eighth grade. I was the only person who actually knew her. And I knew her inside and out. Behind her facade of adventurous red she was very shy. So shy, in fact, that she had not a single date until our senior year of high school.
     On day at school she showed me a picture from a french magazine. There stood a beautiful woman, slightly resembling Veronica, dressed head to toe in red. She wore a clinging red sequenced dress and had a long feather boa draped around her body. From that day on Veronica wore almost all red. She went from being a nobody to the most talked about girl in school. Some even thought she was new in town.
     The color agrees with her. She has olive skin and long, shiny black hair. If there is a remake of Gone With The Wind, Veronica will be Scarlett.

I've since moved away but I still hear stories. The color has brought out her personality. She is outrageous and adventurous. She is saving her money and planning on buying a race car. She always wants to be in motion, she has a need to be ahead of the others. She will most likely break every speed record ever set. And every heart on the racing circuit, just like she broke mine.

Every year on her birthday I send her a bouquet of red roses and every year there is no response.

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