I have always had a fascination with small wounds that look worse than they are. Paper cuts that bleed more than they should and stubbed toes that turn black and blue. Bigger wounds are too scary but these small one, they remind you what flesh is made of and how soft you are. Everyone knows small wounds hurt the most.
Small wounds remind you that you can bleed. They also remind you that you are lucky. A small wound could always have been worse. The knife could have slipped more, you could have lost a lot of blood, you could have broken your toe. Instead you will be fine. It may sting, and it may bruise, but you will be fine.
Small wounds remind you to be more careful next time.
Next time a band-aid and some ice might not be enough.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.”