C90 Another Dull Tuesday

Michael

“Damn it.”

He hissed and the blood trickled. Mike pushed the blade under the running water and looked up at himself in the mirror.

The cut wasn’t that deep but it stung enough to be uncomfortable. Mike washed his face, tore some paper and pressed it to the cut.

“Just perfect.”

He muttered as he saw the scar on his chin was more obvious now that he didn’t have the beard