"Of course, it isn't," Nadia replied, rolling her eyes. "I'd be pretty crap at my job if it was." She held her hand up, admiring the crimson red staining it. "Pretty, isn't it? There's no other red quite like the colour of blood."
open to anyone! muse: amar 'ozzy' oza, wanderer / musician. age 29-32.
"is that your blood?"