the incision
by chris.
he pulled the knife from his belly and marmalade blood spurted out and
dripped down the crotch of his pants and onto the floor next to his shoes.
he moaned, then gripped the back of the olive green sofa unit.
"what was that i..." he moaned again, clutching his belly. "...i learned?
never what?"
"never pull the knife out of a wound. let the paramedics do it," said the
incision.
he moaned and fell to the floor.