Prescience
Jul 17th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Liam awoke from a phantasm where puppy-like pigs defecated down his back, their feigned embraces weighing him down so much that he was left behind by his peers as he strove to participate in some great undefined quest.
As sleep dispersed, he really hoped it was allegorical. He dragged himself to the bathroom for ablutions and a shower. Today’s staff outing should clear all that from his head.
The phone rang, interrupting the ‘bathing therapy.’ He answered, dripping.
“Hello.”
“Liam, Jeremy here.” Head zookeeper.
“Pete’s called in sick, would you relocate the vampire bats to their new enclosure?”
Hell.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
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