I have fallen into the bad habit these past few weeks of writing my Friday Fictioneers stories on Tuesday, a full week almost after the picture was released. Last week I had the excuse that I was at a conference in Cancun for most of the week, but this week there is no excuse except the normal extreme busyness of life. Last week I made it into the InLinkz group literally 2 minutes before it closed. This week, for the second time in 3 years, I missed it altogether. Still, here is my story, for what it’s worth. I realize most people probably went for a Remembrance Day/Veteran’s Day theme. I didn’t go that way at all. I wrote this story for someone specific. They know who they are. 🙂
I pressed my face to the freshly-dug earth. “Don’t leave me, Mom.”
“I didn’t.” The voice was distinct, and came from under the earth.
“I’m chained down here. Dig me up, quick!”
I fled, and spent the evening throwing up.
Something dragged me back.
“You’re not my Mom.”
“You sure? Dig me up.”
Finally, I got a shovel.
There was no body, just a speaker. A man approached. Words like experiment, psychological, hypothesis buzzed through my brain.
The next night, the university’s psychology building mysteriously burned down. Wonder how that fit into their hypothesis.
November 18th, 2015 at 12:13 am
serves that building or its wicked users right!
November 22nd, 2015 at 4:58 pm
Maybe. That is a pretty cruel thing they did.
November 18th, 2015 at 8:26 pm
Ooh, yeah that can happen when fiddling around with someone’s hear and mind without permission. I’d say they had it coming. Well done!
November 22nd, 2015 at 4:57 pm
People are pretty unpredictable sometimes. I wonder if this ever happened with psychological experiments in the past.
November 22nd, 2015 at 8:44 pm
I think if I looked it up, the answer would be yes.
November 21st, 2015 at 10:03 am
Twists and turns abound in this short tale. I enjoyed it a lot!
November 22nd, 2015 at 4:56 pm
Thanks, Erin. Yes, you never know what is really going on.