She went back to her spot on the curb and realized that there was a little rivulet of blood trickling down the sidewalk crack and into the gutter. With the toe of her sneaker, she smeared it in a wide arc, willing herself to see only where it was going, not where it came from. Blood was always red and had the unfortunate tendency to make everything else turn red with it.
It was almost dawn. A very blue time. There was still nobody around (people don't count if they don't move), so she picked her jacket up off the sidewalk and started for home. She hoped, when she got there, that everything would be blue for a while.