Mother pricked her index on a holly bush.
A trickle of blood succumbed to the crater, crossing the lines of her palm.
She sanctioned a frown.
On her hand now lay a staining scarlet winter berry.
Mother pricked her index on a holly bush.
A trickle of blood succumbed to the crater, crossing the lines of her palm.
She sanctioned a frown.
On her hand now lay a staining scarlet winter berry.