Wearing green

 Wearing green was a problem for Mina. She looked terrible in green, her mother always said so, and wouldn’t let her buy anything green no matter what. But she knew how it worked. She learned last year what happened on March 17. She needed green today or that mean monster Jeremy would pinch her all day long when the teacher wasn’t looking.

When her mother was in the bedroom, Mina sneaked into the kitchen. She took the tiny bottle of green food coloring from the cabinet and hid it in her . . .

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3 Responses to Wearing green

  1. Kay Dennison says:

    I just got home from from celebrating St. Paddy’s day. We don’t have a parade here — we have a stroll where we Hibernian types gather and take a 10-block walk down the main drag led by pipers as we laugh and sing along. I don’t own much green. I am the woman in black. However, I do own a simply wonderful kelly green darby that I got the owner of our local costume place to order for me precisely for this occasion. At the end of the stroll we all go to a local restaurant for corned beef and cabbage and a couple pints. Erin go bragh!

  2. Granny Sue says:

    wearing green is:

    shopping at Goodwill

    cruising yard sales for clothes

    finding out your best friend lost/gained weight and her clothes now fit you

    wearing green is:

    not buying new clothes

    not buying clothes because you just want to

    not buying period

  3. Edna says:

    … white crocheted hat that she quickly pulled over her blonde,curly hair.

    “Mina,you need to come back up here and make your bed,” her mother called just as Mina was reaching out to open the front door. Her mother’s voice made her jump guiltily and she quickly reached up with both hands to pull her hat down even tighter onto her head. If she would have stopped to look at herself in the mirror before she quickly ran through the door and slammed it shut behind her, she would have been shocked to see her hat and the blond curls that framed her face turning a dark shade of green.

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