Blood Tears.

Wearing her black strapless dress, she was going out of her car when her shoulder hit set of sharp screws where holding a wooden sheet placed on the cemented column of the garage. Forced by the sense of pain, she sat herself back, seeing few drops of blood on her left shoulder making lines down on her arm. She wish she could hold the blood as she usually hold and hide her tears and keep the pain for herself, but this time her body could not stand the pain as she usually does. Drying them with tissues and putting a couple of spritzes from her perfume over her tiny wounded shoulder, the blood stopped. She went of the car again carefully, she put her dark purple pashmina on her shoulder covering her shoulder and moved forward with her strong and confident walk with a well drawn smile on her face.