Blood Red

50 words.

It was just another night out, but something was off. The conversations his friends had around him were muted slightly. He smiled, but he wasn’t present. The wine suddenly tasted… metallic. He felt an overwhelming urge to run. His cell rang. “999” flashed on the screen. He was being watched.

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