100 Word Stories

The elegantly-attired stranger strode to the counter and smiled at the receptionist, his
cape swirling about his shoulders.

�??Welcome to Hammer Ridge Blood Bank, sir. How may we assist you?�?�

�??I vhould like to make... a withdrawal.�?�

�??Certainly, sir. How much?�?�

The stranger handed the girl a withdrawal slip. Her eyes grew wide.

Within minutes, burly workmen had wheeled several palletloads of bluish-red blood bags to
the curb, where the stranger�??s refrigerated van awaited.

As he began to drive away, the receptionist chased him down. She pointed, breathlessly,
toward a drum of lymph.

�??Sir! Wait! You almost forgot your interest!�?�