Across the street from where I worked was the Café Van Gogh. The district was somewhat of a little Soho in my city. Theaters, galleries, jazz clubs: the funky district. Very logically you should find a café Van Gogh with great art on the walls.
One painting intrigued me. I always sat by it to look at it and think, and daydream. It was a lover's embrace. He bent towards her to kiss her. She pulled back looking away.
What was on her mind? Why did she pull away? Was he just some Don Juan or were his sentiments sincere? Was this just a rendez-vous as her husband was working late, again? Was she having second thoughts? Or was she simply getting ready to take the plunge and risk yet once again having her heart be trampled and broken? Then again, maybe was she gathering the courage to end a long-term relationship...
I wanted to contact the artist and find out what was on her mind?
Obviously I wasn't the only one with such questions.
"Red. I think I will paint my toenails red."
Somebody answered the question for me with a post-it note stuck by her head drawn as a thought bubble.
Considering I was enthralled by this woman in the painting, and a stranger offered me an escape, an answer to all my questions, I accepted the proposition. I immediately walked to the pharmacy around the corner and headed straight to the nail polish aisle. I never knew there were so many shades of red.
I picked what would become my color for the next 10 years. It's all in a name, and this one drew me in: "Wine with everything" Great shade, great name, a classic choice that will never die.
This is a Magpie Tale. Every week we are invited to write a story, snippet or poem based on an image. I enjoy writing these stories because it encourages me to think outside the box. This is when I write for the simple joy and pleasure of writing. Not that I consider myself as a writer (pronounced writaah, with a whisper) but it's nice to create for myself and not with the intent to impress by some weird freaky story from my past.