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Writing: Inkitout Image Prompt
Jan. 15th, 2011 08:27 pmTitle: Queen of Hearts
Warning(s): None
Fandom/Original: Original
Character(s)/Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 369
Summary: Stacy was...eccentric.
Beta(s): N/A
Notes: It's short, but sometimes I think short and sweet is the way to go, especially when I'm easing myself back into writing. Also, no idea where this came from, and I'm not going to ask too many questions of my muse(s). That way lies madness.
Journal-specific notes: This was inspired by an image prompt from![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Stacy was my Queen of Hearts. It wasn’t in that “Off with your head” way, and I don’t think she was legitimately insane, but she was a little eccentric. I gave her that nickname after I caught her one Valentine’s Day with a bottle of pink nail polish painting the petals of the white roses I bought her. When I asked her why, she rolled her eyes and told me that any idiot could see they were the wrong color.
“Roses from lovers should be pink or red, especially on Valentine’s Day,” she said in her best Teach The Dumb Boyfriend voice. “I prefer red, but red nail polish makes me look like a tramp so I went with the closest color to red I had which just happens to be,” she paused to turn the bottle upside down to read the sticker on the bottom, “Pink Strawberry Passion.”
Even though I felt that the symbolism of giving her roses meant more than the color, I simply nodded my head and said, “Yes, dear.” Really, what else could I say to someone so fervent in her beliefs about proper rose color etiquette? I did offer to buy her a dozen red roses to make up for my gaffe, but she refused.
“Besides, where are you going to find red roses after five o’clock on Valentine’s Day?” Stacy was the only person I knew who could be both pragmatic and absurd at the same time. Maybe that’s why I loved her as much as I did. Or maybe our sexual compatibility helped me to ignore her quirks. Suffice to say she made my life interesting while we were together.
Despite the strangeness of that incident and the nickname, I forgot about it until a couple of years and girlfriends later when I was moving out of my apartment. It seems that Stacy had dropped a rose before it was dry, splattering a line of Pink Strawberry Passion across a section of carpet. The stain made me lose some of my security deposit, but I had a good chuckle picturing my Queen of Hearts dutifully painting her white roses red while I, her Knave of Hearts, went out to buy her some Valentine-themed tarts.
Warning(s): None
Fandom/Original: Original
Character(s)/Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 369
Summary: Stacy was...eccentric.
Beta(s): N/A
Notes: It's short, but sometimes I think short and sweet is the way to go, especially when I'm easing myself back into writing. Also, no idea where this came from, and I'm not going to ask too many questions of my muse(s). That way lies madness.
Journal-specific notes: This was inspired by an image prompt from
inkitout.Stacy was my Queen of Hearts. It wasn’t in that “Off with your head” way, and I don’t think she was legitimately insane, but she was a little eccentric. I gave her that nickname after I caught her one Valentine’s Day with a bottle of pink nail polish painting the petals of the white roses I bought her. When I asked her why, she rolled her eyes and told me that any idiot could see they were the wrong color.
“Roses from lovers should be pink or red, especially on Valentine’s Day,” she said in her best Teach The Dumb Boyfriend voice. “I prefer red, but red nail polish makes me look like a tramp so I went with the closest color to red I had which just happens to be,” she paused to turn the bottle upside down to read the sticker on the bottom, “Pink Strawberry Passion.”
Even though I felt that the symbolism of giving her roses meant more than the color, I simply nodded my head and said, “Yes, dear.” Really, what else could I say to someone so fervent in her beliefs about proper rose color etiquette? I did offer to buy her a dozen red roses to make up for my gaffe, but she refused.
“Besides, where are you going to find red roses after five o’clock on Valentine’s Day?” Stacy was the only person I knew who could be both pragmatic and absurd at the same time. Maybe that’s why I loved her as much as I did. Or maybe our sexual compatibility helped me to ignore her quirks. Suffice to say she made my life interesting while we were together.
Despite the strangeness of that incident and the nickname, I forgot about it until a couple of years and girlfriends later when I was moving out of my apartment. It seems that Stacy had dropped a rose before it was dry, splattering a line of Pink Strawberry Passion across a section of carpet. The stain made me lose some of my security deposit, but I had a good chuckle picturing my Queen of Hearts dutifully painting her white roses red while I, her Knave of Hearts, went out to buy her some Valentine-themed tarts.
