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RE: MSP Fiction Workshop 50-Word Challenge: STORY STARTER
ENTRY
He lay with his head in the gutter, transfixed by the thick stream of blood crawling towards the drain.
His blood, his life slowly depleting. No pain. Confusion.
Why me? Who were they?
Smiling sadly he closed his eyes, whispering a prayer to a God he had never believed in.