http://slow.writerscafe.org/mrs_simpson The original writings of author LiliaRose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092375 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I awoke I was wet. Was it my monthly gift? I looked down, it was blood. But it was on my chest. I lifted my shirt and there was a hole. Not like a hole from a bullet it was like a hole from a, knife or sword. I was very confused by now. I looked around, where was I; I didn’t recognize any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mrs_simpson/778588/