When Tom awoke, he was on his back. Next to him on the ground was a woman lying on her side facing away from him. He tried to get to his feet. The road seemed to spin too much for him to endure. He fell back down. He looked at his hands. They were soaked in blood. The taste of blood and bits of steak-like shreds were wedged between his teeth. He explored the inside of his mouth with his tongue. It felt like the remnants of some barely cooked steak. He wiped the blood from his lips on the arm of his jacket staining it bright red. The story becomes bloodier.
Olla
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There is a memorial for old Trevor this afternoon in the memorial Hall. It
would have been his 100th birthday. His family has organised the event
I will...
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