I sit in the room analysing these unknown surroundings. It is less than 24 hours since I entered this host body and I’m still assimilating his bizarre thoughts and even stranger behaviours.
Suddenly I’m aware that his name (my name now) is being called out by the human adult in front of me.
“Peter! Have you completed that homework yet?”
I found myself replying, “Sorry Miss, I’ve forgotten it.” A phrase 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 do that?
Mike Jackson
Categories: 100-Word Stories
Mike
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