A Wifes Phone Bloody Ink [portable] -

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

I did the math. We don’t do math at 3:00 AM. We do panic. At first, I thought it was ink

I zoomed in. That’s when I saw the second photo. Her hand—the one that holds the brush—gripping a roll of paper towels. The paper towels weren’t white anymore. They were black with something that looked like ink but smelled like iron. Her phone screen always has smudges

“The fountain pen ,” she whispered. “The vintage one you got me for our anniversary. It exploded in my studio at 3 AM. I cleaned it for two hours. I didn’t want to wake you.”