Raisin Rage

Raisin Rage by Andrea Santo Felcone (a Short Story Contest entry) 

In her twenties, Ruby’s perfect shade was Revlon’s ‘Raisin Rage’. A vampy red lipstick: it never overpromised. But the name?

“What would make a raisin angry?” Ruby laughed.

In midlife, wearing ‘Raisin Rage’ felt … ‘inappropriate’. (Now the raisin wasn’t the only one angry.) Ruby understood all too well: That “raisin” was once a wrinkle-free “grape”. Now she’s shriveled beyond recognition—so not her former self--she’s been RENAMED!

What’s next? ‘Prune Apocalypse’?