“Blow my Mind” by Sandie Strass
I watch Fez Guy walk off, ignoring me, and all my bottled frustration gets the better of me. I slip my shoe off, pick it up, and smoothly hurl it straight at the back of his head, with as much force as I can muster. The shoe smacks him in the back of the head with a meaty thunk, and drops to the floor.
Fez Guy stops, then turns back around. His grin is gone, and without it, those wild eyes look downright terrifying. The words die in my throat.
“That wasn’t very nice,” he says. He sounds reproachful, like my uncle used to. “You apes are all the same. Domination and violence.”
“Hey!”
“Confusion justifies aggression, does it?”
“Uh…” I don’t know whether to feel silly or scared. For a moment, I think I can see a glint in his eye. Then, unfortunately, I know I can. A pink light wells up in his left eye, a faint glow that is steadily brightening.
“You’ll have to work that out of your collective psyche if you expect to make it past 2015,” he says. I want to run, but the light is draining me. My limbs feel as heavy as lead. “You had your chance. Now you’ll just have to get along as best you can, won’t you?”
I can’t draw my attention away from those eyes, one almost blinding now, the other still dancing with glee. The beam intensifies, a white-hot laser searing into me. Then everything goes pink…
I come round some time later. I’m lying on the hallway floor. My shoe is a few feet away, but… I peer at it more closely. A wooden clog, painted to look like my shoe, is a few feet away. I stare at it for a moment, and groan.
A few seconds later, one of the nearby room doors opens. There’s a quiet gasp, a woman by the sound of it. “Are you alright?” She sounds concerned.
I try to pull myself together a bit…
- … and sit up to get a good, long look at her. (+6 legacy votes) (44%)
- … say “I don’t know”. (+5 legacy votes) (38%)
- … ignore her and go get my shoe / clog. (19%)
- … leap to my feet and assure her I’m fine. (-1%)