When I was little, I was always in trouble. I was forbidden from playing with my friend Josette because she was 'bad blood'. From the Island of Martinique, her skin was the colour of rich coffee.
Once, we decided to check her bad blood. Armed with razor blades, we cut our wrists deep. To our surprise, the same red flew from our veins and mixed on the ground. Later, we were found unconscious in each other's arms.
Adults showed no mercy but the faded scar on my wrist reminds me always of the lesson I learnt that day. Same red!
Brandon Sutton over 9 years ago
I come from an area of the world where a lot of people could use this kind of lesson (without the cutting of course). A thought-provoking and excellent drabble!
Chris Walker over 9 years ago
Good drabble as always, Francine.
Bryan Thomas over 9 years ago
Very good, Francine.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Nice piece, Frenchie.
Frenchie over 9 years ago
Thank you all. I am glad you like it :)