The Pickup
Microfiction: Horror in 100 words
She made the first move. She took a swig of whiskey, smiled seductively, and said, “Why don’t we go to your room and continue this talk?”
As we walked out of the bar, I felt the envious stares behind me. How did this average-looking guy get this hot girl?
As soon as we entered my room, she tossed her handbag on the chair and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
I searched inside her handbag and found a GA driver’s license. Her blood group was listed on the back.
It was my lucky day. I had never tasted AB- before.
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