Ras Berry Sores

His soft voice caught her attention from day dreaming. Miraye turned her head to him and noticed the small white towel that rested on his palm and fingers. She gave him a perplexed look before finally realizing her hand was bleeding. She didn’t notice the pain much after smashing her fist on the mug.

“Oh,” she muttered, embarrassed. She reached for the towel and brought up her strawberry hand. “Why, Tic, how thoughtful. Thank you.” She pushed the cloth on her wounds and felt a familiar sting. There were glass shards buried in her skin. “I really need to stop inflicting injury upon myself. I’m just going to pass out if this continues.”

He nodded slightly as she walked behind the counter. There was a sink on the very edge that shined with water droplets on its walls. Miraye tapped on the faucet with her uninjured hand and dipped her other under the cold running water. She hissed to herself as she also commenced to picking out the shards. After all foreign objects were removed she soaked the towel into the water.

“Come here,” she motioned the boy with her other hand. She turned off the faucet and took Tic by the shoulder, patting the damp cloth on his forehead. “You looked like you were going to fall into pieces back there. Wouldn’t be surprised myself if you broke a sweat.” She took back the cloth, turned on the mechanism again and cleaned it. Once immaculately white, she wrung it despite of causing more bleeding and tied it over the glittering gashes.

White clashed with dark ebony and scarlet. Here they were, dressed like they came back from a ball that was filled with vampires.

“Eventually we’ll need new clothes. We smell like shit, honestly,” she explained, setting back the glass mugs and bottles into their proper places. “I lost my other suit if you couldn’t tell. We’ll work out something tomorrow. As for now, we better continue with our jobs. The boss doesn’t look happy, obviously.”

And with that she filled a mug of beer and slid it towards a new customer.