He opened life without a thought ripping at the packaging. It was only when he wanted to return it he realised he had damaged the seal. It was too late now, this was his life and he was going to have to fit into it somehow.
He stared at his hands and the blood that was seeping from cuts to his fingers. He rose slowly and walked towards the sink. He used the hand that was bleeding the least to turn on the taps and then let the water wash the red into the sink. Trails of watery blood turned spirals around the plughole before disappearing. When the water ran clear he removed his hands and tore sheets of paper towels to bind his fingers.
He turned and stared at the seal whose sad eyes told him all he needed to know
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