Flowing red hair, vibrant red lips and a slinky silky red dress did nothing to conceal the dark red stain evidently (and perhaps elegantly…) dripped down her front.
Red always had trouble with the red wine. Opening, mind, not drinking. Drinking, she did with ease.
I think she looks like the girl with the chalkboard and clown doll (I think it was a clown) from the old TV test cards, Cobs, from years ago. Which is odd, because, although to me she looks like her, to my mind’s eye she’s nothing like!
I’ve confused myself now.
I shall go and lie down in a darkened room.
And see that awful clown.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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