Bright in the sunlight, red droplets oozed from her torn flesh.

Flinn looked at the red droplet and said to himself, This women's going to kill me.

Then he moved on toward the door, leaving behind only a small red droplet of blood to mark the harm he'd done her.

He coughed a shower of red droplets that sprayed across her face and blouse.

The blood welled out in a single red droplet.

With each stroke, his sword threw off a spray of red droplets.

She was still holding her paintbrush, and the fine red droplets which splattered his shirt looked like blood.

For a moment red droplets rained over everything as the explosion rumbled away.

Dark lines stood in the air behind him for an instant before snapping and becoming thousands of red droplets.

Bright red droplets dripped from a sticky trail of blood down his hand.