A Bloody Nose
by: Nicole Kim Phillips
Instead of waking up to breakfast in bed, I woke up to a bloody nose. Before I ever saw the red drops of blood drip on my canon shaped thigh, I sniffled, thinking a runny nose would be my first source of irritation for the day. To my surprise, it was blood hitting my thigh and more blood on the back of my hand, after I had brushed across my nose, trying to stop the flow, somehow. It took me back to yester years when I was much more forgiving and much more naive. As I ducked, trying to find something to cover my nose with, I wondered if I deserved it, and I did not know how to...