Homework

 

I sit in the classroom area analysing my surroundings. It’s less than 24 hours since I entered this host body and I’m still assimilating its strange thoughts and bizarre behaviours.  Suddenly I’m aware that a name, my name, is being called out by the human at the front of the room.

“Peter! Have you completed that homework yet?”

I found myself replying, “Sorry Miss, forgotten it.” A phrase, it appears, my host had used many times.

“Oh Peter, you’d forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on!”

I look at her suspiciously. How did she know I could unscrew my head?

 

Mike Jackson

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