D S Ullery

The Blood You Owe D S Ullery

Something was on her hand. This something was dark and out of place. Jessie lifted the appendage closer so she could get a better look, startled as she recognized splatters of fresh blood staining her palm. She raised the other hand, turning it over. It was also streaked with thin splotches that glimmered with a dark scarlet in the nocturnal light. She had injured herself tearing at the sugar cane and hadn't even noticed. Her anger simmered, her hatred for her ex-boyfriend burning with renewed vigor. Her fists clenched again, causing drops of blood to spill from the fresh cuts on her palms and onto the soil where, unseen by the lone woman, it was consumed greedily by the earth.