Purple Favors

            “That’s it!” she screamed, running up and pressing her nose into the glass window to get a closer look.

            “What? Which one?” he asked, slowly following her to the storefront.  He put a hand on her shoulder. It usually freaks people out if you just stand behind them without touching them, especially if you know them.

            “The only one that’s purple.” She whispered. Admiration and wonder sparkled in her eyes. “I can’t think of a more perfect dress for the occasion, can you?”

            “I think it would work, yeah. It’s your call, though.” He considered the dress more closely, imagining it in place. “So is this the one?”

            “Yes! Absolutely. I can’t think of a better fit. If there’s a better one, I don’t think it work.” She spun around, looking for his reaction.

            And the deal done. They bought the dress, and both walked out of the store feeling fulfilled, yet giddy with anticipation for the events for that evening.

            When the sun finally set, the two began the ritual. With torches in hand, they walked out to their gluttonous neighbor’s back yard, where they had surreptitiously staked an effigy in a purple dress to the satellite dish that had conquered most of the little yard. With knowing smiles and wordless glances, they set fire to the dress.