too many

goddamn thing had too many eyes. and ears. and….teeth.

It was lying on (his…hers…its?) side and looking right at me. As if it had nowhere else to be. Which, as a point of fact, was true.

If the gaping hole in its side were any indication, it wouldn’t be going anywhere fast anywhere soon.

I hit the com. Nothing.

I hit the door. No luck.

I hit the floor with my knees when I finally realized why I was in here. Damn “xenopsychology” training, my ass…

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