He’s smiling again, hungry.
Notes on a short story.
Maybe he was part of some kind of secret memory implantation experiment by the government, something to do with his previous access to surveillance equipment at the mall.
He’d been so embarrassed they’d had to stop. It had been a few days before he felt ready for sex again.
Part three of three.
Part two of three.
A story in three parts.
“Allen is my new boyfriend and he is pretty much the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“And so my future was decided, as it often is, entirely without my consent.”
“Everyone either dead or dying on the walls.”