Unfolded Blood (standard:romance, 1149 words)
Author: Otilia Tena	Added: Nov 02 2009	Views/Reads: 3165/1989	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A tattoo studio and a love story

Unfolded Blood 

“Linda”. 

“I'm terribly sorry, Linda. Are you alright?” 

He helped me get on my feet. The ache suddenly wrapped me. 

“Where did the ball hit you?” 

“Here, in my belly.” 

He grasped my hand and then there was a harsh mixture... The sand had
become really hot under my feet and my wrist hurt where his seize had 
been. I lied down next to mum and put my arms around me to relieve the 
pain. 

“Who threw the ball to you?” 

“The idiot in blue over there. I should've kicked his ass.” 

“That's Nigel! Noah's son!” 

“Who's Noah?” 

“The man with the tattoo studio, my dear.” 

“The man full of tattoos, always on motorbike?” 

“That's right.” 

“Mum...” 

“Yes, darling, are you alright?” 

“No, mum...it hurts... mum...” 

“What is it? Oh, my god, Linda!” In spite of how her voice sounded, she
looked rather surprised than horrified. 

“What now, mum?” 

“Linda, you've got your period! Oh, baby, that's wonderful!” 

“Oh, no, the sheets! Oh, look! The sand is stained around me!” How was I
going to face everybody on the beach when getting up? The only thing 
that came to my mind was the ocean's water... so blue... so deep... you 
only need to close your eyes and let go... the pillow was soft... my 
elbow rested on the wet place, where I had spilled the hot tea. 

“I'll get you another cup, don't worry!” 

The sheets smelled like lavender. It was the tea perhaps. And then there
was that other smell... my smell. 

“If it hadn't been for that stupid Nigel! I hate him!” 

“Relax, my darling. Look, I've got to go now and I thought you'd like
this movie here. Guess what? Nigel's father, Noah plays the main part 
in it. He was just about Nigel's age: thirteen or fourteen. And the 
little girl...” 

“Is she like me?” 

“Yes, she's beautiful.” 

“Was she ten years old like me?” 

“Well, well, in a few months you'll be eleven. Now, relax and watch it!
It was my favourite movie when I was like you.” 

The boy looked very much like Nigel. I felt the ache in my belly again
and then my wrist got hot with the memory of his seize. My mind boiled 
with the mixture of all of these. What if I slapped him? I watched the 
boy in the movie and it was him I watched. It was Nigel. 


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