Daily story, September 28, 2025

It was a quick, deep cut, and I knew I would have to be fast to deal with it before the pain came and made me dizzy. There was blood on the window and my forearm and my shirt and I didn’t know where else; there might be blood on the new curtains, and then there would be trouble. I pressed my sliced thumb to my palm to slow the bleeding, and pressed my tongue to my teeth so I wouldn’t yelp when it started to hurt. I needed to be fast, but all I could think of was how stupid it was not to wear gloves.