Microdosing - 100mg of a Donation🩸
Prompt: Donation
Our prompt for today is DONATION!
Write a story in 100 words!
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“Now, just apply pressure here for a moment. You can get refreshments in the waiting room,” Dr. Acula said after finishing the blood draw.
“Thank you, doctor. I’m glad I can do a good deed, with the Christmas coming and all, you know.”
The pale doctor smiled. “Oh yes, your blood will go to those in need, rest assured. We will be in touch. Bye-bye!” he said, waving, before turning to his son, who was preparing the blood drawing machine for another donor.
“This was your greatest idea, Alu,” he said with a grin, revealing two sharp fangs, “even after millenia, you still surprise me.
“Why hunt them when they give it away for free?” his son answered smiling.
Dealer’s notes:
This story popped into my head today when I was—shockingly—donating blood, and it is vaguely tied to this micro I did some months back! Which was also funny I recommend you check it out.
Speaking of donations, consider supporting The Fiction Dealer! I don’t drink blood, but coffee keeps the Raccoon cooking.
Moira eyed the bin doubtfully. Surely no one would throw away a sealskin. But it was her last hope.
Tom's family hated her, and when he suddenly died, they picked through his few belongings like crows. Anything they didn't want, they threw in the Salvation Army bins. Better it went to a bum than to her. The other customers turned up their noses at the fishy smell.
That gave her hope, for it wasn't the scent of fish, but of seal.
She found it under a stack of ratty shirts, the skin that would allow her to transform again at last and return to the sea.
The Donation (Thanks to Miguel S.)
Blessing or Curse? Having AB- blood is a lottery I despise winning. Yet, how can one refuse the life saving gold that runs through one’s veins?
I received a text from a past girlfriend. Her son was in the hospital, could I help?
It was an easy decision of course. I raced to the hospital. Finding her in his room I avoided the small talk and began rolling up my sleeve. “Frank, there’s no need for that, he’s fine, just a tonsillectomy.” As she pulled me into the bathroom it was apparent it wasn’t the donation I was to provide!