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Red Hands
As I look upon my hands, I see them sprinkled, flooded in red. I look up and see the raspberries, of which I was eating. I’m full now, the juice on my hands a sign of just how many of these juicy fruits I ate. I get some more and bring them home.
I’m washing the red from my hands, it’s mixing with the water and turns it a very faint red as well. The raspberries are somewhere safe. As I finish scrubbing I look into the dirty mirror. A man, neither young nor old, with a black beard, cut short hair and a very tired look in his brown eyes looks back at me. I should clean the mirror. I keep going, prepare food, eat and go sleep.
I meet with him again. Unplanned. Unpleasant. Also welcome. This time I’m prepared. I throw my knife into his eye. While skinning and cutting out the best meat for transporting home, I notice that my hands are sprinkled, flooded, red again. I go on, while I cut, I remember the species that owned everything here before I came. I’m a bit like them, bipedal and intelligent.
I’m washing the red from my hands again. Again it is mixing with the water and turns it bright red again. I put the meat somewhere safe, so I can prepare it a bit later. I scrub until my hands are clean, I look up and notice I still haven’t cleaned the mirror. I stagger over a bit, it seems that behind the man looking back at me, in the far distance is another man. I vaguely remember that man. At the same time the mirror is showing something impossible, as directly behind me is a wall. I keep going anyways, prepare my food, eat and go sleep.
I look down on the creature in my arms. My vision becomes shaky. My hands are sprinkled, flooded in red, but the creature is a human this time. He is very heavily wounded. I try to stabilize him as best I can. I look into his face. My vision is clear now. I know this man and he means a lot to me. He meant a lot to me, as I thought I had seen him die before. I try to fight down my mind which is telling me to end him and enjoy the meal.
I fight it down. I still try to save him. He looks up at me and while I try to save him, with all his last strength he held a hand to my face, locks eyes with me and whispers: “It’s okay, my love, it will all be good again.”
