Veronica Violet cruises down the los vegas gold strip under a vivid blue sky; t-top down on her vintage venus green volkswagon, wind blowing through her vivid auburn hair.
He pulls up next to her, his violet-red ferrari purring. He glances over all dreamy: van dyke brown beard, viridian green eyes, very pale red lips. He flashes a smile hitting her like a thousand volts of vista blue electricity.
Simultaneously, they roll down their car windows. Then, Veronica jumps the vivid red light; the friggin’ vivid lime-green jerk’s audio-system’s crooning “yo vanilla” by vanilla ice.
v is for Veronica Violet: a to z challenge (bonus: 2 #cyw colours: violet and vivid violet)