Surprise Yourself
On living with kindness in the wake of devastation.
I’m bleeding. I say thank you to the maroon droplets as I suck the fresh blood from my fingertip. The taste of metal hits my tongue.
“Where did the blood go?” Charles asks when he returns. I raise my eyebrows in a smug victory. The evidence of hurt is gone, only a miniature wound remains. This will be easy for me to heal, all on my own, just like I do ev…