He had given her something to think about – blood being life, an interesting perspective since she usually took it without spilling the stuff. If blood was life, so were cells, energy, breath.
The girl ran her fingers through her hair until she reached the damp, sticky ends. Dori sucked on the fine strands until they looked clean. It tasted like a penny.
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on 2014-04-27 09:10 pm (UTC)He had given her something to think about – blood being life, an interesting perspective since she usually took it without spilling the stuff. If blood was life, so were cells, energy, breath.
The girl ran her fingers through her hair until she reached the damp, sticky ends. Dori sucked on the fine strands until they looked clean. It tasted like a penny.
“Death.”