In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 143

No longer sick. Spent some time today reading some things I wrote way back, long before the fetish inclinations. My first attempts at fiction were all of a sci-fi nature so, as an homage to those yonder days, I came up with something with a more classic feel to it. I’m not going to tell you what I envision to have happened before this little snippet but I can give you a hint. It was something… squicky.


Cured

The doctor laid down her notes, adjusted her glasses.
“Feeling better, Alan?”
“Yes. I’m cured.”
“You don’t believe in aliens anymore?”
“No,” he muttered, unphased by the impression of a tentacle undulating underneath her shirt.
“Good,” she smiled as she signed his discharge papers.
Another day, another brainwashed subject. The invasion preparations were going smoothly.

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Author: S.B.

Simple Being, middle name Creative.

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