Two-thirds-red, one-third-black

November 14, 2016

They found a bench in front of a two-thirds-red, one-third-black painting, and only then realized they, too, were divided by color, her in her red trench, him in his black windbreaker.

It’s like a painting of us, he said, though his hand was already sliding across the bench toward hers.

I like that the red is on top, she said.

I like that there’s so much more of it, he said. It’s as if the red is winning.

Does red get a prize? she asked.

Perhaps, he replied, as he entwined her fingers in his.

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