…She said her beautiful white fangs that glistened in contrast to her black cape.
“It won’t hurt much. I need a few drops, a small sample.”
“Put me out of my misery” I screamed as they tied me down, prepared the concoction, drawing the syringe back
this will be the end…
( Today I had a root canal; I would have done anything to relieve the pain – well almost)
thanks to G-Man for hosting yet another episode of Friday Flash Fiction