The wig was dark red and straight, not like her short brown curls. It was also long, almost to the small of her back.

-Do I really have to wear this?
-Come on, just for tonight.

So she put on the wig and they went to the costume party. Everyone there commented on the beautiful redhead, how glorious she was. I really am beautiful, she thought to herself as a handsome stranger followed her across the room with his eyes.

-Who is she? She heard the stranger ask the host of the party.
-I don’t believe I know, but she’s certainly beautiful, isn’t she?

She realized then, in that moment, that nobody recognized her. Although she was garnering people’s attention, she was also anonymous, in a way.

She lingered on this thought for quite some time after the party.

Weeks passed and the wig was put away in a drawer. Forgotten. But one night while her lover was still at work, she put on the wig. The red-haired woman in the mirror smiled at her. She smiled back. Then she picked up the gun and walked out of the house.