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Four Litre Cartons – A 100 Word Story

 

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He was a fanatic, of that there was no doubt. There were some that openly admired him, thought he was right to hang on to the old ways, keep alive our heritage, our traditions but they were few in number. The majority of us though, thought he was just plain crazy. We’d moved on, adapted to the modern age in which we lived. Something he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do. While we happily got our daily intake of blood in four litre cartons from the local supermarket he insisted on staying true to the old ways – hunting humans late at night.

MikeJackson©2016

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Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

7 thoughts on “Four Litre Cartons – A 100 Word Story

  1. Hey, Mike. I am gathering permissions from the Poets who contributed to the #PoetsforPeace collaboration on forgottenmeadows.com. It’s being published as one big poem.
    I just need an okay, your general location (city, country)and a name to credit. Please contact me asap. Thanks, Michael

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