*Tallon*

Red.

Like the first sip of freshly poured wine I ever tasted, stolen from my dad's liquor cabinet and passed around until it was empty and just perfect for spinning on the wood floor.

Red like the very first stop sign I ran when I snuck out to head to a concert. I didn't even remember who played, but I remembered the color of my dad's face when I got brought home by two cops and a car I hadn't gotten permission to take that now sported a ...