Red-Raw Sore, by Bruce Arbuckle

My heart pumps hot blood through thumping viens in my head. Wiping my temples, the back of my hand comes away stained. I’m sweating blood. The wound on my leg – the creature’s tooth marks swollen yet still visable – is oozing something thick and alien. Perhaps, I’m dying. Or, something worse.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “red-raw sore”

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