Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

I slapped him across his cheek and I could feel my hands being wrapped with another strong hand from behind. "Are you out of your mind?!" I spat at his disgusting face. "What do you think you're doing huh?" I went ballistic. He just wiped his face, shooting me some dangerous look. "What are you waiting for?!" The person behind me yells. And I watch as he brought a white handkerchief from his trouser pocket. "Let me go, you fools" I yell. "Not so soon ma'am" He smirks and pressed the handkerchief to my nose.

"Nathan, please, close your eyes." Ghino smiled at me with a handkerchief in his hand. "What's your deal this time, huh, Ghino?" I smiled back, yet I closed my eyes as he ordered me to. Then, Ghino wrapped the handkerchief around my head. Even tightened the grip of the handkerchief to make sure I could not take a peek at what is going on.

When I saw one pull out a white handkerchief from his pocket, I knew it was the end, yet I struggled. One of them grabbed me in a tight hug against his chest, while the other with the handkerchief went behind me. I’d held my breath to stop myself from inhaling anything when the guy placed the handkerchief over my nose. Even when my lungs burned from lack of air, I still held on. But then the guy in front punched me right in the belly, while the cloth was still over my face. There was no smell. I just felt myself drifting away. Everywhere started dimming. I blinked severally to see clearly, but the more I blinked, the darker it got. Then… nothing.

He said as she was being sat down and the guards awkwardly began tying her arms behind her back, “You have proven to be sneakier than I expected after all,” Her father took out a bottle from his pocket accompanied by a handkerchief. No… he wouldn’t be… As the guards finished tying her up she winced at how tightly her hands were being squeezed. That was going to leave a bruise for sure… Her father soaked the handkerchief with the bottle and made his way toward her putting the handkerchief over her mouth. Elinor immediately held her breath trying hard not to smell the scent on the handkerchief. “This should keep you out of trouble for a while,” Her father said before he punched her stomach mak

I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. “You probably hit your nose. Hold this first. I’ll take you to the infirmary.” He handed me a handkerchief. I accepted it automatically, but the moment it touched my fingers, the sensation was impossible to ignore. The silk-like texture, the impossibly smooth feel, using something this luxurious to stop my nosebleed felt like an absolute waste. When I didn’t move for a long moment, he reached over, guiding the handkerchief against my still-bleeding nose himself.

A very light stone that knocked against his thigh when he walked. The handkerchief, too. He kept that. White, the edges worn soft, folded with precision. Someone had embroidered a flower onto it—crooked stitches, petals crowded together. Only later did he learn it was a thistle, the only flower that survived the northern ice fields. He folded the handkerchief and placed it in the same drawer as the chocolate.

She responded and turned to leave. “Wait.” The boy suddenly spoke out. She turned back to see him holding out a handkerchief to her. “Your forehead.. It’s bleeding.” He enunciated and waited for her to take it. She looked at him curiously before slowly reaching out to accept the hankie from him. She had been implicated in a fight before the rain started and had received a punch to her face but did not know she had an injury. She reached out into her backpack and brought out a black object.