I stepped forward and ran the blade down the length of the heel of my right hand. Sorrow must have numbed me for I barely felt the knife as it opened my skin. A tiny line of red opened into a steady dripping of blood. It all was a terribly familiar feeling.
I held my hand over the grave and squeezed my hand into a fist, allowing a few drops to splatter on the wooden coffin below. When I stepped back, Missy was waiting with a blue handkerchief in hand. She wrapped it around my hand tightly and laced her fingers with mine to keep the bandage on. Her face looked so distraught.
“What’d you go and do that for?”
“I didn’t much feel like cryin’.”
About the Author
Michelle Rene is a creative advocate and the author of a number of published works of science fiction, historical fiction, humor, and everything in between. You may have also seen her work under the pen names Olivia Rivard and Abigail Henry. She has won several indie awards under her Michelle Rene name for her historical fiction novel, I Once Knew Vincent.
Michelle’s favorite places in the world are museums, galleries, and libraries. Everyone who creates tells a story of some kind or another. Whether she’s painting, writing, or making a video game, Michelle is dedicated to her obsession with story telling.
When not writing, she is a professional artist and all around odd person. She lives as the only female, writing in her little closet, with her husband, son, and ungrateful cat in Dallas, Texas.
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