http://magpietales.blogspot.com hosts a weekly writing prompt, write a small vignette or poem using the photo below as your inspiration. This is mine. . .
I lay in the bath looking at my freshly painted toe nails. I'd tried a new colour, which was out of character as I'd worn the same iridescent pearl for the last 20 years. This was a glorious ultra glossy crimson red, and as I wriggled my toes it was like all ten of them were shouting at me from the bottom of the bath "check us out!"
Yes. It was time for a change.
I'd had the same hair style and applied my make up the same way for the last 20 years too, I was known for being distinctly 'beige'. I looked at them again, the colour was bold and alive, full of energy ... confident.
I felt my tummy turn over and a tearful lump form in my throat.
Who was I kidding.
I pulled my feet sharply back under the water and glanced quickly over to the nail polish remover, breathing an involuntary sigh of relief at the sight of it, then slipped myself down deeper into the water, toes safely submerged out of my sight.
Everything was fine, I was being silly, it was just some nail varnish for goodness sake!
But I knew it wasn't.
I wanted the change.
Maybe I'd simply gone too far, too soon?
That was it.
What was I thinking?
20 years of being beige and I jump straight to a glossy crimson red.
I knew exactly what I had to do.