The Little Guy, part 1

Exhale…a (reblogged) response to the Daily Post Prompt.

The Life of Kylie

I was in my hotel room, at a conference, working with a colleague to get a computer set up. My manager had just called and asked me to write a briefing for the Attorney General’s office. I was irritated because I had made a rare choice to skip a conference session and take a nap in my room right before I got the call. I was in the first trimester, after all, and very tired.

We finally got the computer set up, and my friend was about to leave. I stood up to say good-bye, and there was blood on my chair.

Blood everywhere.

Blood running down my legs, landing on my shoes.

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