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Flash Fiction 4

The color of her blood was the least of my worries. It’s inky black hue was currently the CDC’s concern. What I really needed to know, was how it got splattered over every wall and the ceiling of her bedroom without a single cut visible on her body.

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Thank you Go Dog Go Cafe for yesterday’s prompt, which provided the first line of this story.

7 Comments

  1. Good one. I’m guessing Ebola. I’m astounded by the amount of quality stuff you blog every single day. Do you actually work when you’re at work?

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    • Ha! I do I swear, but it’s not exactly a difficult job, and I’ve been doing it for almost 9 years. My brain is always turning and coming up with ideas in the background.

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  2. Pingback: Enter the space of the auspicious- unspeakable – Nicolas Heartmann

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