Short Stories 003: One of us was bleeding

One of us was bleeding

My feet were killing me. I had been carrying her in my arms for about half a mile and there was still no building in sight. In the company of dim streetlights and a haze of fog I found myself drifting from thought to thought, each sparked by the soft, warm, breaths that blew past my face. I think by this time she was already asleep. I had to stop briefly. It was only when I looked back that I realized there was a blood-trail in the snow: one of us was bleeding…

© Denis Adide 2009


3 thoughts on “Short Stories 003: One of us was bleeding

  1. It has been quite a discipline not carrying on from where I stopped. I like what possibilities people come out with. They write their own stories from the one I’ve posted. Cheers for the feedback.

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