Doing Time

by Stovohobo

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Brian spent the next four hours pacing, doing jumping-jacks, and eventually settling in a corner and tucking his head in his knees.

So: the man had taken him…why? And to where? What a place it was! He half-wondered if it could be in the future…but he decided it was a childish notion, even with the spotless metal everywhere and sleek pods and people dressed in weird suits and…and…

But what did it matter? He had been taken away from all he knew. His world was totally gone. The only person he’d met was his abductor (and honestly: who would want that to be the only person they knew?), and he’d probably die soon anyway. He accepted that. At least it wouldn’t be so confusing.

But then, the slot opened, and a tray of food was slipped through. Brian looked at the slot with an eyebrow raised.

“Mmm-mm-fvvmmm-mm!” he yelled, pointing exasperatedly at the goop attached to his face.

The slot closed and the door opened. And in walked the man Brian least wanted to see.

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Comments

Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Doing Time

    Fyora Cartagan's Buddy Icon Fyora Cartagan

    Posted 6 months ago

    You are very good at suspenseful endings, sir. It’s almost frustrating.

  2. Doing Time

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 6 months ago

    Fabulous little series…very human reaction to the bizarre set of circumstances, one of the real tricks of good sci-fi.
    LoA

  3. Doing Time

    One Time, One Chance's Buddy Icon One Time, One Chance

    Posted 6 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    “Mmm-mm-fvvmmm-mm!”
    Now that’s fun to say.

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