<<Once again, over at East Beach Writer's Guild we were challenged to write a few paragraphs based on a starter sentence. The May one was right up my alley! Here is mine.>>
I was lying in a pool of blood...or some sort of red liquid substance. Hard to tell by the meager light of the moon filtering through the thick canopy of pine trees. All I know is that my backside was soaking wet and when I lifted my fingers to see what’s what, blood-red fluid dripped from my pinky.