Sam was nervous as he walked down the dimly lit corridor. He pushed and the door creaked open.
Ignoring the stench that hit his nose, he reached the first table. He placed one toffee on the cadaver and hurried to the next.
He had calmed down a little by the seventeenth table, just three more to go. As he started to move, a hand suddenly caught his wrist.
" One more please."
Sam screamed and dropped the sweets. The lights came on. Sam gave a weak smile to his hysterically laughing seniors.
Written for Nanobites.
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Droplets
Short StorySome droplets, from the ocean of life. *Pictures are taken from Internet.
