Friday, September 23, 2016

Blood


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."


6 comments:

  1. developed the tension beautifully before the twist. you've not lost touch at all, Apple. :-)

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  2. Ooh, that was a good build-up in so few words! ����

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  3. a 'bloody' sweet start to the challenge, Apala :)

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  4. Brilliant twist! I loved how the change in perspective was worded :)

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