The Puppeteer stirred. She felt strange. There were too many... everything. She tried to sit up, but an endless array of arms and legs and necks and backs all attempted to obey her, and she found herself unable to parse which were hers. She was seized by panic, tangled in a web of red string. She felt a hand on a shoulder.
"The operation was a success," The doctor said. "It will be confusing at first, but with time you will be able to control the puppets as though they were your own body."
And who controls me? she wondered.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.