Fashion Pirate

The pants were purple and she was brown. Sixteen tubes of toothpaste and her teeth glowed white, just as promised. The color combination made her resemble a Cadbury chocolate bar when she smiled – fully a glass and a half. The echo of chameleonist norms rattled the inside her head when she listened. They either moved in sync or out of sync, waves slamming the burnt coast or receding from it, yet they were there and it was they she fought. An orange blouse on her back and bright green beads on her ears. This was where wars were won.