Reina de Púpura

Passion Fruit Flower

Purple Orchid

Purple Mountains’ Majesty

Purple Thunbergia

Purple bougainvillea

Purple Sweater

Purple Duranta

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I couldn’t resist including this Purple Prose;

Purple Prose

  Grandma grinds plums in her conical grinder, shredding the flesh from the pits. Under the table, my little brother sits, purple around his mouth from taste-testing the plums he no doubt earlier helped her pick. A stream of sugar on the table is a roadway for tiny black ants.

My father pushes a cooling cup of Postum closer to my grandmother as he resumes the story I’ve interrupted. It is another “Deafy Sterner” story, and he emulates the high explosive accent of this man from his past that I’ve never met, yet know so well.

I dash to my room, having just minutes to prepare for the dance before my car full of friends arrives, honking the horn. My Grandmother begins another story about the old country as I tear off my school jeans. I dress in their stories—patterned and purple as night.

For Sunday Stills, the challenge is any color of purple.