"Her hair was the first thing everyone noticed about her, understandably. It was a deeply saturated mass of curls and kinks, the hue of a violent sunset which would cause sailors to take warning. It offset her ivory skin terribly, and in direct sunlight, the orange of it would reflect and give her the skin a sunburned appearance. It was ironic, as she avoided sunburns as though it were death itself." --- I wrote this short story instead of paying attention in my art history class. This is an 1874 painting called "Dancer," by Pierre-August Renoir. My friend leaned over to me and said "write a short story about her." I liked the painting, so I did. Enjoy.