Lillie McFerrin's Weekly Flash Fiction Prompt - 'Blades'
She could still see the blade out of the corner of her eye
lying in the grass, with her blood on it. She could feel the rest of her blood
rushing from her. Her hand squeezed her stomach in an attempt to stop it, but
that attempt was getting weaker and weaker. She could feel the vibration of his
footsteps fade through the soft turf as he rushed away. Was he going for help,
or was he going to hide?
Oh my, very vivid and frightening!
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