At last I was holding my head in my hands. I still had a head on my shoulders but here was an exact copy of it, just as I'd imagined. It was the right weight, shape and texture. Like a 3D vanity mirror I turned it round in my hands, inspecting blemishes. There was no sign of cutting. The skin was warm, the muscle limber. The face had the same slightly harried expression that I’d learned to recognize myself by. But when I smiled at it – that was the first shock – it didn’t smile back.
Sue Clayton
5/9/2020 03:41:06 am
I'd have been terrified if it had smiled back, wondering which head was really mine.
Al Watt
7/9/2020 07:02:42 pm
I fully expected the head to smile back. A good piece of flash. You might think of expanding it, there's latent potential Comments are closed.
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