Hard Headed

Tony inspected the one inch gash on his left temple.  He had finally got the blood to stop  freely flowing, but each time he prodded it with his fingers it would start a fresh stream down the side of his face.

“That’s going to leave a mark,” came the quip from the bedroom.

“Thanks,” he answered sarcastically.  “I don’t know how many more times this old noggin is going to recover from a hit.”  His voice tried for reckless, but a tinge of real concern crept in.

This wasn’t the first time he had taken a hit to the head.  There were a couple motorcycle accidents, a football concussion, and least he forget, the time Billy Simms tried to kill him in the first grade by bashing his head against the basketball court.  And, yes, the couple of bar fights.

Finally, the blood stopped emerging from the gash.  Tony pulled out the first aid kit from under the sink and rummaged through the contents for a couple butterfly bandages.  He found two, leaving one left.  He deftly attached them over the cut.  Hopefully the scar wouldn’t be that noticeable once the wound healed.

Satisfied with his triage abilities, Tony exited the bathroom and headed back into the bedroom where Clare lounged on their bed.

“And what have we learned tonight?” Clare purred as she stretched her legs cat-like over the bedspread.

Tony sighed.  Clare was all about life’s little lessons.  “Don’t expect an apology from a guy who is bigger and drunker than I am.”

“Very good.”

Tony pulled off his shirt that was stained in red and tossed it back into the bathroom.  As he turned, Clare caught her breath.

“Babe, your life is a history in scars.”

He looked in the dresser mirror.  “Yeah, I guess your’e right.”  He shook his head at the hieroglyphs on his body.

“You maybe want to add a couple more?” Clare asked from behind  him.

Tony turned around as Clare finished taking her t-shirt off.

“I think there’s room for more.”

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This post is in response to Inspiration Monday at bekindrewrite.com

The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:

A HISTORY IN SCARS

SAY NO MORE

INDIVISIBLE

BETWEEN THE TEETH

A CRASH AGAIN

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