Love, blood, & lemon-filled donuts . . .
“On the floor, the lemon-filling had spattered out of his half eaten donut. Phil kicked at the donut, missed, and slipped in the powdered sugar that now coated the immediate vicinity. Once he’d regained his balance, Phil felt bad about the mess, so he retrieved the donut with the hanky he carried in his breast pocket. It would have been smarter to use the handkerchief on his broken nose, but Phil always had a difficult time putting his own needs first.”
– Love Lies Bleeding, the novella (TBR September 2012)