Faulty Memory

The two government men asked Morris to tell his story again. 

I was trying to start my lawnmower when they suddenly appeared.”

Who appeared?

The space men. Both had big black eyes and funny shaped heads with no mouths! They wanted me go with them.

No mouths? How did they ask you anything?”

A blank face. “I don’t remember…”

Why don’t you go home and get some rest? You don’t look so good.

Morris walked out of the FBI building. He was confused. Uneasy.

“Do you think the human will talk with anyone else?” the alien asked when he left.

 

 


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