Monday, January 26, 2009

"Handicapped" - Short Story

I woke up today. I have no idea how long I've been asleep. It took my eyes a very long time to adjust to the darkness surrounding me. At last I heard the familiar clicking of a fluorescent bulb struggling to turn on. In the moments of flickering, I forced my tired neck to rise from the table and get a better look at my surroundings.

In my confusion, I didn't know where to look first. As I tried to sit up further, I realized something was very wrong. I wish I hadn't looked down. What once was there was now gone. I found my head connected to an immobile stump of a torso. From within this room suddenly came a demonic voice. "At least you'll have a better parking space!"

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