Blood

"Blood" by Zdravka Evtimova is about a man in a declining pet store. One day, an old and sad woman came in asking for the blood of a mole to try and save her son of a sickness. The man said he didn't, but then he felt bad and he gave her his blood, and said it was the blood of a mole. A few months later, the woman came and said that the pet shop owner answered her prayers, and healed her son. She tried to give him money, but he wouldn't take it. Later that day, a man came and said he needed the blood of a mole to save his wife. So the man cut the shop owner's wrist where he had cut it previously and had a few drops, and he was on his way. The very next morning, the pet owner saw a mob of people holding knives and little bottles yelling out "Blood of a mole! Blood a mole!"

The story "Blood" ends very abruptly, with the last line of the story saying, "They shouted, and pushed each other. Everyone had a sick person at home and a knife in his hand". In this blog, I will be adding more to the story to try and end it on how I believe it should end. 

I tried to think of something to tell the mob, so they wouldn't stab me to death. I get a piece of paper and write on the paper OUT OF BLOOD. But this only enraged the mob more. They started pressing on my door and windows. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I notice that on one of my windows, it cracked, and that cracked turned into a hole before I could think of doing anything about it. People with knives started pouring in. I turned to run for the backdoor, someone dove for me, and I turn to see it is a large, raggedy looking man, and yelling out at me, "Give me mole's blood!" I attempted to tell him that I was out, but he didn't listen, and his grip on my ankle became tighter. I become somewhat claustrophobic, so I kick my leg free and run for the backdoor. When I get outside, I ran to my Ford, and jumped in. I attempt to crank the engine on, but nothing happened, I swear loudly to myself, and think of another way to get away from basically the whole town. I get out of my car and notice that people are starting to flood out of the back door, with the same man that grabbed me before in the front. I noticed that I had the banknotes in my pocket from the man that gave me them the previous day, and I call the first taxi and I told him, "Drive as fast and as far away as you possibly can!" the taxi driver burned out trying to catch the frozen road "GO! GO! GO!" I plead to him, and finally it caught the road, and I told him, "Thank you very much, I thought the whole city was after me." When I finally get there, he told me,"Listen, my baby girl is really sick, and the doctors say that her chances are slim... Instead of paying me, do you think I could have a few drops of your mole's blood?" And I thought for a second, and I gave him a few drops of my blood from my re-opened scar, and I was on my way to start my new life, in a new town, with all new people.