Smudged
50-word story
50 Give or Take
December 2025, Story No. 1837

The stain of reddish-brown blood on the crotch of my panties bewilders me. How is this possible? I didn't feel it coming. No cramps. No trickling liquid. What surprises me more than the smear, though is how helpless I feel—and sad—as if someone has died.

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