His tiny heart pounded against his chest. His mouth had turned chalky, as fear trickled down his spine. Strong hands pushed him down. And then.... a sharp pain shot up his left arm. Blood. That was enough to make him howl.
"There,there Aarin! Come with your Mamma tomorrow and collect your blood group report."
:)
ReplyDeleteGood one !
developed the tension beautifully before the twist. you've not lost touch at all, Apple. :-)
ReplyDeleteOoh, that was a good build-up in so few words! ����
ReplyDeletea 'bloody' sweet start to the challenge, Apala :)
ReplyDeletethats probably me ..
ReplyDeleteBikram's
Brilliant twist! I loved how the change in perspective was worded :)
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