Pinkness

Her bloodied pink panties lay crumpled in the corner near the bathtub where she dropped them when she returned from the clinic. Her boyfriend tossed them into the hamper a day later when he came by to check on her. He said he was happy to hold her through the night while she endured what she called the worst period of her life. When he left in the morning, she drew a bath. She pulled the panties stiff with congealed blood from the hamper and clasped them, sobbing as she sank into the water, pinkness seeping among the tepid suds.