100 Drabbles of Summer - Sticky
Emery climbed into the driver’s seat and reached for the steering wheel, but stopped. She put her hands together, pulling them apart again as the blood on them stuck together with a smacking sound.
She looked down at her uniform, already stained, and was about to wipe her hands on it when Orders reached over and put a hand on her shoulder. The other hand offered a handkerchief. It had once been white, now stains had changed it to a brownish yellow with a tinge of red, but it was clean.
“There is no need to be uncivilized.” Orders said.
She looked down at her uniform, already stained, and was about to wipe her hands on it when Orders reached over and put a hand on her shoulder. The other hand offered a handkerchief. It had once been white, now stains had changed it to a brownish yellow with a tinge of red, but it was clean.
“There is no need to be uncivilized.” Orders said.