According to his database this is where he meets her every Sunday. Next to this strange green statue overlooking the bay to the city.
As I searched through his thoughts I found out that he loved this place, though I cant see why. The ground is uneven, the atmosphere damp and the chilly wind is playing havoc with my internal temperature controls.
I inhabited this human body less than 24 hours ago. In that time I have successfully taken control of his mind and all of his functioning organs. To all intents and purposes the old Peter Tompkins no longer exists.
But, if I am to successfully complete my mission, all those who know this young man must believe I am him.
My first test begins in a short while when Suzie arrives.
Apparently we are in love, though to be honest I find the whole notion of human love abhorrent.
If she accepts me then all will be well. She may even turn out to be a suitable receptacle for my own true love.
If, however, she is at all suspicious then I will have no choice but to ensure that her drowning is seen as a tragic accident.
A 200-word story for Sunday Photo Fiction.
Phot courtesy of Fandango.