Ink Best: A Wifes Phone Bloody

At first, I thought it was ink. My wife is an artist—a calligrapher who leaves trails of navy and black across wedding invitations. Her hands are always stained. Her phone screen always has smudges.

“The fountain pen ,” she whispered. “The vintage one you got me for our anniversary. It exploded in my studio at 3 AM. I cleaned it for two hours. I didn’t want to wake you.” a wifes phone bloody ink

I did the math. We don’t do math at 3:00 AM. We do panic. At first, I thought it was ink

I looked back at the photo. The “blood” was crimson ink—Diamine Red Dragon. A specific shade made to look exactly like dried blood. a wifes phone bloody ink

She blinked. Looked at the screen. And then she laughed.