A steady rain poured outside to her left. On her right, the family had gathered for a special dinner. They sat quietly, watching the girl make the biggest decision of her life. Would she stay with them and eat, or run headlong into the wet streets of the city?

She had one reason to remain, and one reason to leave.

Both compelled her greatly.

Her father had been sick for a year. This dinner was to celebrate his good health. He always called her his little red devil, for she was mischievous and always wore something red, every day.

She could stay for him.

But outside - outside! Though it rained and was grey and dreary, she imagined a world where her notes of red would dot the landscapes she always looked out at