Bloody Ink - A Wifes Phone

Sometimes, it’s just a broken fountain pen and the shadow of your own paranoia. If you found a photo like that on your partner’s phone, would you assume blood or ink ? Let me know in the comments.

I zoomed in. That’s when I saw the second photo. Her hand—the one that holds the brush—gripping a roll of paper towels. The paper towels weren’t white anymore. They were black with something that looked like ink but smelled like iron. a wifes phone bloody ink

She blinked. Looked at the screen. And then she laughed. Sometimes, it’s just a broken fountain pen and

I did the math. We don’t do math at 3:00 AM. We do panic. I zoomed in

It was a close-up of a bathroom tile. And pooling in the grout lines wasn't charcoal or printer ink. It was thicker. Darker. Rust-colored at the edges.

Not every red stain is a crime scene. Not every late-night photo is a confession.