And I saw the ink.
I have interpreted this as a prompt to write a narrative blog post based on those four keywords: a wifes phone bloody ink
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. And I saw the ink
She blinked. Looked at the screen. And then she laughed. I found all three.
But last Tuesday, I found all three.