Race for the Blood
by Sheila Jecks
Kellie was sitting on the floor trying to lick up the last of the blood that dripped down the side of her bottle. She was having a hard time concealing her resentment of Carmen’s high handedness. Imagine, grabbing the bottle away and drinking most of it, and leaving only an ounce or two. After all, she did all the work, it was awkward having to lean into the cage and hold the man’