she had become rather accident prone lately.

when they were talking on the phone ,setting up first date,she hurt her foot ...it bled and bloodied her bedsheet ,as she dreamt about him that night.
while engrossed in conversation ,during the date ,she had managed to break a glass and cut her thumb with it.there was spilt coffee and blood all over the pretty glass topped table.when she had gone to the loo to clean up the mess,she bled all over the floor, leaving big dramatic polka dots of red patterned on white tiles.

she cut herself again when the thumb finally healed.
blood came easy these days.

and now,he was gone ,and she was staring at her wrist thinking...she wanted more blood.