Black And Blue Review

The bruise on Fran’s ribcage was a deep, artistic mix of , a silent testament to the night Bobby—her husband, the man who wore the blue uniform of the NYPD—turned his anger on her.

Stories exploring tension between one’s public role and private reality (e.g., in law enforcement). black and blue

But this time, the bruise was not just on her body. It was in her son’s eyes. Ten-year-old Robert had seen too much. The bruise on Fran’s ribcage was a deep,

For ten years, Fran had been an ER nurse, patching up the casualties of life, while secretly hiding her own. She made excuses: “I fell,” “The door slammed on my arm,” while she secretly tried to put together the pieces of a life that felt increasingly shattered. artistic mix of