A Slingphries Drabble (100 Words)
“I’m gonna guess that’s someone else’s blood. Am I right?” Alan’s eyes briefly glance at his husband’s ruined attire. Focused more on the pool of blood slowly forming on the hardwood floors. There wasn’t enough hydrogen peroxide in the realm for the trails that Eric brought home with him.
“Right as always, luv.” The dark red pool slowly spreads until it hits one of the protective barriers Alan had learnt to keep around at all times- a line of connected towels surrounding the door way like a paved path that led straight to the bathroom. There’s always so much blood.