Goodness, I never expected this. I was well behind last night when I was reading the stories and voting, and I assumed that was where I'd stay. My late surge means I've deprived Phyrebrat of the honour of being the first person to win the 300s in two successive quarters, but let's face it, he looks so much better in pink than I do.
Anyway, commiserations to Phyrebrat, as well as congratulations for his fine story and vote-tally, and congrats to everyone else who took part, too, not least Victoria who again has shown what a great story-teller she is.
Thank you, everyone for the congratulations, and special crimson-flame and green-sea thanks for the votes
Teresa,
LittleStar and
Ursa!
Unlike seemingly everyone else, I didn't think of blood when looking at the image, but the words "coat of red" popped into my mind and I knew it would be a line from a verse handed down through the ages which dealt with otherworldly beings, and I started playing around with the idea that coats of different colours did different things, but I couldn't get anywhere with it. I wanted water in the story, which made me think of selkies (again -- I used them in my mimosa story a while back) but where the traditional stories have the seal-skins being stolen, imprisoning the selkies in human form, it occurred to me to use the red coat as the imprisoning agent. I was actually a bit worried about the ending, as I wanted something which had a hint of optimism, but I was acutely aware of the issues involved in a woman being effectively kept prisoner by a man, and I needed to avoid any hint of Stockholm Syndrome, so I walked a bit of a tightrope, and I wasn't sure if I fell off it. I hope it didn't offend anyone.
By the way, if anyone thought it odd when I mentioned the scent of rosemary, which probably doesn't immediately seem to have a connection with a story of selkies, its Latin name of Rosmarinus actually does mean "dew of the sea" -- perhaps because from a distance the blue flowers appear like drops of sea water.