“if there is a bloody red sky, there must be a bloodshed.” I don’t know, but i remember these words from the past, when i was a child. When our fathers came late, all the old wives of the village get together to tell tales, i guess, cause there is no way that those stories got to be real.
So i just sitting on my chair and think about the bloody red sky of the night and trying to weave the red scarf for Jack. I think that the red color is really pretty on his black velvet skin, but he prefers white himself. I don’t know, maybe it’s because of white kids in the school. Maybe he’s fall in love with a white girl and tried to be white like her, though i hope not.
So i must confess that now i think about those school shooting in the news and also think that maybe there would be some real reasons for that bloody red sky that shines from the other side of the curtains. I don’t know how much time passed but now i hear that the doorbells ring and i think that Jacky has the keys.