She’d always hated the colour red, it represented all the things she found distasteful. Things like tomatoes, red pens, the woman in the red dress he left her for. She was thinking of her when she accidentally-on-purpose hit the red Volkswagen in front. The Volkswagen she had been tailing since it left their house. A red liquid seeped silently across the road. The red mist lifted. She didn’t mind the colour red so much anymore.