First Blood – by Rose Dantis

It’s finally time. We’re in my car… alone in the dark car park. A car guard stands some fifty meters away from us. I feel… completely safe. I remove my elbow-length velvet gloves, and put them in the door pocket. You stare at my arms. I ask you to open the glove compartment. There’s a towel, a small box of blades, a bandage, and a shot glass in there. I sense your disappointment in seeing the shot glass. More

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