A Short Story by Doug Dean
Written using the suggestion "100 Word Story"
Originally featured on 04-27-2007
As part of our series "Things you can live without, but most people choose not to"

From my perch, my legs dangle and I watch the rhythmic pedestrian traffic in Pioneer Square. I turn to the abrupt hiss of the MAX doors opening. I turn my neck hard, chin against my left shoulder.

Through the windows, I see bright white creatures moving inside, maybe fifty.

They pour out onto the sidewalk. I hear laughter first, then screams. I see white first, then red. The blood on their uniforms makes them thirstier. Scalpels fly faster.

Two head for me. I twist my ankle. My head hits brick. I see tennis shoes approaching—to do harm.

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