The cyclist gazed up at the bag being attached to the IV, watching the deep dark fill into his arm.
“What’s it this time?”
“Something special. This will do the trick.”
The coach gave him the thumbs up. The cyclist sighed. Transfusions rarely did much, but were illegal enough to get you banned from racing. As he rested, however, his heart picked up speed. The room was so painfully bright, and the blood in the bag…wasn’t nearly enough. He was going to need so much more. The coach smiled, his canines lengthening.
“Thank goodness the race is at night, eh?”
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One hundred word worlds
ReplyDeleteDrip by drip, drabbles take shape
Uncle Norm see these?
Don't know if he has, but they are posted in the forums.
ReplyDeleteThey're there. Sure there's a bunch of drabbles there, but you've got the touch; you know how to build worlds.
ReplyDeleteI fully expect to hear your name sometime in the not too distant future on a drabblecast :)
*hugs*