Pink Lies

A little girl in a pink frock, holding a pink cloud of cotton candy in her right hand with a pink crunchie, waddles over to me. “Mademoiselle,”, she asks, “The sky, the sky; what colour is the sky?”. She sees a tinge of red in my cheeks and, of course, the swell of white in my eyes. Like little girls we raise our chins and look to the heavens.