Liam Randall

A Locket For Harper

The razor clattered to the floor, blood flew off of it as the kinetic energy from the fall quickly rushed into the liquid, sending off a shower of crimson droplets. Ralph looked at himself a moment longer in the bathroom mirror, regret suddenly coursing through him. Imbued with a voracious desire for life, he reached down toward the razor, intending to cut his shirt into a tourniquet of sorts.