Nosebleed
Flash fiction by Jennifer Newbury
Nose Bleed
She sits alone on a bench in a place she is not supposed to be. The land around is bleak and featureless. Black hair falls across her white face, drifting with the whim of the wind. She dreams of her homeland with eyes glazed and unfocused. She is looking right out, dead ahead, when she feels a twang happen between her eyes. A hotness creeps down her nose and she can smell metal. The blood runs now fast. It drips with a beat, beat, beat. Soaks into her white dress. Still she sits, eyes glazed. Her skin gets paler, her hair blacker, the dress redder.
Jennifer Newbury
Jennifer is a writer and artist with an MA in Writing for Young People from Bath Spa University. Her writing has been published in print and online. She makes handmade zines and books which can be viewed at jennifernewbury.co.uk
“I wrote Nosebleed many years ago when I was working a job I hated. I think it expresses some of what I was feeling at the time.”
