The sound of rushing water enveloped me as I stepped into the clearing. The foliage that blanketed the forest was thin here. Freshly moistened earth clung to my bare toes. I looked down, and was mildly surprised that the ground was a shade of crimson, dampened from my blood, and not from the river.
I crept cautiously to the sharp rocks that lie embedded in the water's bed. A stream of blood from my shoulder trickled down my arm and into the cool water. I watched dazedly as it dissolved and was carried away in the current.
I crouched and bent forward, barely balancing and painfully aware of the white bone that jutted out from my shoulder. I hissed from the pain, and annoyance that in Martial Arts I had always prided myself on my keen balance, and here I was half-conscience about to fall into a freaking stream.
Pulling long strands of black hair out of my face, I tugged my blood soaked tank top off and wrapped it around my arm.
"Great…" I thought bitterly. " Now I get to die with my boobs hanging out and my a$$ bobbing above the water."
I leaned forward, trying to examine the wound. A wave of nausea attacked my brain, and I lost my footing. My head banged against the rocks, and a stream of crimson flew down my face, forcing me to shut my eyes.
My last conscious glance, was of an Arabian grasshopper floating in the air, complete with cape and turban.
Yes, I know short! Stay tuned!
Much love,
k-chan
www.geocities.com/fushigi_mirai_pan
I crept cautiously to the sharp rocks that lie embedded in the water's bed. A stream of blood from my shoulder trickled down my arm and into the cool water. I watched dazedly as it dissolved and was carried away in the current.
I crouched and bent forward, barely balancing and painfully aware of the white bone that jutted out from my shoulder. I hissed from the pain, and annoyance that in Martial Arts I had always prided myself on my keen balance, and here I was half-conscience about to fall into a freaking stream.
Pulling long strands of black hair out of my face, I tugged my blood soaked tank top off and wrapped it around my arm.
"Great…" I thought bitterly. " Now I get to die with my boobs hanging out and my a$$ bobbing above the water."
I leaned forward, trying to examine the wound. A wave of nausea attacked my brain, and I lost my footing. My head banged against the rocks, and a stream of crimson flew down my face, forcing me to shut my eyes.
My last conscious glance, was of an Arabian grasshopper floating in the air, complete with cape and turban.
Yes, I know short! Stay tuned!
Much love,
k-chan
www.geocities.com/fushigi_mirai_pan