Flash Fiction: This is My Blood

My whole life was nothing but service to my Lord and Savior. But decades of unshakable faith didn’t keep the fangs from my throat that night in the alley. Nor did they keep the syringe from piercing the cork of the communion wine just now. We are a church, after all… we should prey together.

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