The first time, I was afraid. A smoldering alien on my shoulder, hot glow on my cheek from plasmatic brimstone.
Cheeks red, fist clenching sweat, I pocketed the mag and ran out.
But as time went on, I stopped fearing the visitor.
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Short StoryA collection of stories, 50 words or less, as an experiment in what can be developed--and how--in relatively few sentences.
