The stained floor, it continues to bleed no matter how hard I scrub. It
lives, it thrives, The blood on my knuckles weaves within it. A constant
reminder that you'll always come back to haunt me.
A good beginning....I've never been a fan of ultra short pieces, no matter the format. But this piece seems like it holds promise; like it wants to become something more. Good luck on your journey.
Short, bloody, and just enough information to grab the reader's attention. Oh, what a tease. :) I have to say that I am intrigued. Can't wait to read some more of your work.