Red

White with the red on it. Spreading. Slowly. She watched.. as the ameboid protusions of the stain travelled further down. Noticed where the red merged with the white to give a pink vividness. The pattern was incredible. Asymmetrical diabolical designs on a plain unconquered territory, its virgin whiteness sullied, for all to sneer at. The fine mesh of the cloth soaking, the criss-cross white weave thrust so rudely against the carmine.
She smiled..
The muslin was weeping blood.