A Wifes Phone Bloody Ink • Fast & Secure

I woke her up. Not gently. Not with a “good morning.” I held the phone up like a detective in a cop show. “What is this?”

But this photo wasn't art.

I have interpreted this as a prompt to write a narrative blog post based on those four keywords: a wifes phone bloody ink

At first, I thought it was ink. My wife is an artist—a calligrapher who leaves trails of navy and black across wedding invitations. Her hands are always stained. Her phone screen always has smudges. I woke her up