Unstable Blood

Digital drawing. At center, figure seen from chin to mid-thigh, wearing a top with no sleeves, a shirt or blazer tied around the waist, and a watch around the left wrist. The ends of the figure’s short hair dangle just below the chin. The right hand grips the left at the elbow. The left arm dangles. Rivulets of blood trickle from a wound at the left shoulder. They trickle down the arm, but also float across the body and out from the arm. Behind the figure is a glowing background with spatters bursting out from the center.

Too much blood.  Too much blood is dripping.  He’ll smell it.  He’ll find me.

Once again, she stopped for a moment and leaned against a wall under the flashing red bulbs and the piercing alarm.  She inhaled and drew the blood back into her body through the poorly sealed gash that arced over her shoulder.  A dozen rivulets trickled up her bare arm.

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Modern Blood


Quill 106 Modern Blood Image 1 Final Alt Dark“What do you think I should do?”  I was half-teasing.  I didn’t expect anyone to decide for me.  But I did want to know what she thought.

“I’d prefer you not die a painful death,” Gina said.  She blinked a bit too quickly and took a slow and measured breath.  She was still struggling to compose herself.  “But whatever you decide, I’ll stand by you.”

“Like you’ve been doing,” I said.  “For thirty years.”  I knew she felt as if she failed me because she couldn’t be the one to figure out how to fix us.  But it wasn’t on her shoulders, what happened.  It wasn’t on any one person’s shoulders.

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