Day 306 – A Dream – 50 Word Story

She grips the handle of the blade tightly, and bites down on her bottom lip, before looking up at him, the blood runs quickly down his face, he smiles, a demented, wry smile.

“Well? Are you game?” He asks.

“Are you a fucking retard?”

“Depends on who you ask, maybe?”

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