Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

The butcher knife. I untied the fabric off my nose and wrapped it to the blood-soaked murder weapon. With its blade facing upwards, I hid it under my black hooded jacket and secured it between the garters of my boxer shorts and my corduroy pants. Because the handkerchief was so thin that it couldn’t cover the entire butcher knife, I felt its sharp edges grazing my abdomen. It was hurting me a lot. Even so, I knew to myself that I had to endure the pain this injury might cause, if I really wanted to take the weapon with me and hide it from the police.

She expressed as she got into the back seat of the SUV. “I was handling business,” I replied before joining her. “Guess that’s the reason why your white handkerchief has red stains on it, it’s not blood, right?” She pointed to the handkerchief. “Can I take a look?” She added, trying to reach for it, but I stopped her. “You don’t need to know what’s in there. I’m fine, and that’s all you need.” I replied and tossed the handkerchief outside the window. She rested her head on my chest and then placed her left hand on mine.

"Thank you. Uhm... I'll be in my room." "Sure." Ivy searched her drawers until she found what she was looking for. It was the handkerchief Alexander gave her, the day his car almost hit her. ~flashback~ Alexander used his handkerchief to clean her up and then gave it to her. "You can have it. Please take good care of yourself. Goodbye, and be careful."He said. ~back to reality~ Ivy trailed his initials that was inscribed on the handkerchief, with her thumb, and she sniffed the scent in. It still smelled just the way it did, back then.

She asked as she blinked her eyes. “It is not. Just wipe your tears, please. People will start assuming I hit you or you caught me cheating or something,” I frowned and moved my hand away from her. “Uhm… do… Do you have another handkerchief? This one is wet,” she pressed her lips together. “Handkerchief? I gave you the one I have already,” I shrugged my shoulders off. “Gentlemen should have two handkerchiefs in their pocket, courtesy demands that.”

Her eyes watered and her head spun. The man chuckled, extending a checkered handkerchief that appeared from nowhere. “It is an acquired taste.” She took it from him and dabbed at her chin and her eyes before slipping it into his shirt's pocket, giving him a nasty smile she had never dared giving anyone before. “And you?”

His head burned from the number of negative thoughts his head could make up. Suddenly, he felt a handkerchief on his nose with a dangerous smell and he tried to avoid it by shaking his head and trying to get away from the handkerchief placed on his nose by the first man. The other man saw this and held his head and signaled the other to press the handkerchief on his nose and when he did, Edward had no other escape and ended up inhaling the substance from the handkerchief until he fell unconscious and his head dropped at the headrest of the seat.

Now, it would serve as a tool to provide comfort in a moment of distress. Gently, I unfolded the handkerchief, its soft fabric soothing against my trembling hands. Then, I knelt beside my dad and began wiping away the blood from his nose. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, I found solace in the familiar act, as if it brought a sense of normalcy to the abnormal situation we found ourselves in.

Iris said, and I walked away with her. “May I know what's wrong?” I asked, and she denied. “No, that's something Jayden himself should talk to you about,” Iris said, and she pulled out a blue handkerchief and handed it to me. “Tie this handkerchief to your clothes, and no one will mess with you.” I looked around at the others, and people had different kinds of handkerchiefs. I didn't know what they meant, but if they gave me some peace, then I would use them.

I quickly turned to call on Isla, but before my words could form, I felt a strange weight pressing hard against my face. My breath seized as the strong scent emitting from the handkerchief started to mess with me. My heart jumped into the pit of my stomach at the realization. I struggled to fight back as my fingers fastened against the large palm over my nose, but before I knew it, I passed out.

Hector chuckled gently and reassured, "I'm not upset. I could never be upset over something like that. I'm happy you were honest with yourself first and then with me." If you're ever going to tell me, I'd rather you mean it from your heart, with all your being. I have patience. I'll wait". Skye smiled and nodded. "Thank you." She furrowed her brows and tried to remove a spot on his shirt. "I feel like there's a small knot here. There might be something in your shirt. Do you know about it?" "Yes, it's the strip of cloth that the priest used to tie our hands together. He gave it to me when he untied it, and I tucked it into my shirt.