“In seconds the trickles had turned to rivulets, each red line running a race against the other. Meandering through the grooves of her wrinkled skin, slowed by puckered lips, the winner reaching her haired chin then it dropped into her lap. A single red dot, followed by another, then another, till her pinafore dress became patterned with bright red poppies.”
From - Hunted: The Abarath Trilogy”