“I will write my name in fire red.”
“But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.”
“I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.”
“Even though I know my own name (barely), I still sometimes write my name wrong. Usually it only happens when I write in cursive and am endorsing checks for money I can’t recall earning.”
“Take the pencil and write under my name, 'I forgive her.”
“My name is Tess Little. But everyone calls me Red.”