Dee Bratton

Grafitti Wall

Graffiti Wall Grace rummaged through the glove compartment frantically searching for a napkin or tissue—something to clean her hands. As she attempted to clean her hands, the fibers from the tissue she had found were sticking to the blood on her hands. The blood had begun to dry. How long had the blood been on her hands, she wondered. She needed to wash her hands. It was so cold outside. She remembered her gloves in her purse.