Rubies cluster above your head: constant dark teardrops that stream down the plastic artery to your arm. Soon, you’ll be able to get on with your life again.
“That’s why we call it lifeblood,” says the nurse, replacing a drained bag with a plump, new sachet.
She monitors you for allergic reactions, saying, “Huh…five units…over half your natural allocation. The national database tracks donor identity, but I can tell you, it’s English. So, after we’re done here, you’ll be English. Maybe Yorkshire, if you’re lucky.”
Infused with lifeblood rubies, intimate and strange, you wonder: whose life will you live now?
Oh, I love this! That first line is pure gold.
Thanks Jayne. Gold and rubies, good match 🙂
That was pretty cool!!
Thanks so much for reading
Vampires indeed!
Thanks for reading dbp
Tongue in cheek humor, nicely written. Good imagery.
Thanks Bobby, glad you enjoyed it.
Oh it is superb string of words with an insight and wandering of idea built into.
Thanks Ved, you do have to store your wandering ideas somewhere 🙂
I immediately thought of Blood Diamonds, and then took the journey with the Blood Rubies. Very good!
Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it.
Marvelous. The “you” voice instantly pulled me in, which it doesn’t always do. Such an original story.
Thanks Joanne…I did debate that one for a while myself :). Glad you enjoyed it.