31 Days Of Flash Fiction - Day 30

Almost to the end, people. Almost.

:-)

Enjoy.

Donation

“Just a little more.”

The technician smiles at me as more red runs from my arm into the ballooning bag. He’s a nice young man with kind eyes and a smile that reassures. Someone the organization will lose once he gets another job offer.

But for now he’s mine, coaxing just a little more from my vein.

“It’s very rare,” he says again. “Your blood type. I’ve only seen one other in all the years.”

I nod, wondering why someone who looks no older than a high-schooler would say it that way. All the years.

The bag is full and he attaches another. I try to say something, to complain that that is enough. I’m old and don’t make the red stuff as fast as I used to.

But he pushes me back into my seat and smiles again, his teeth whiter now.

Sharper.

“Just a little more,” he says, and grins.