It was a purple Rosana didn’t think she’d seen before. It seemed to have the warmth brought about by a large amount of red, yet a steely coldness that could only come from a sharp blue. When she approached it from the side, there was a light sparkle that gave the whole panel depth, and when the sun hit it from behind it glowed.  She smiled, satisfied that her artwork was complete, and almost just when the client spoke.

‘I had hoped for a more natural colour.’

Rosana sighed and went to the storeroom to mix the new colour. She’s already been fired from three salons. She had to make this one last.


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