The Face Changer
By T. Dalton
Mikayle spooned the man he’d picked up the night before, groaning from the incessant knock at the door. He stumbled out of the bed and fell from the hangover. The room was small and he was liable to bang his head on the metal. There wasn’t much room for him on The Mandrake. The knocking continued. Mikayle pressed the opener and the door slid to the side. Denis, a fellow bounty hunter, stood waiting.
“God, you’re such a faggot,” Denis said with laughter, looking him over.
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Image Source: James Ensor, Self-Portrait With Masks, 1899
This story is a submission to @tygertyger's latest and greatest Electric Dreams Contest, found here. If you haven't already, go over there and give her an upvote!
I had intended to take a step back on this contest, but I read the prompt and I couldn't help it. It was too ridiculous and fun to not participate!
The prompts were:
#1 the story must include Space Pirates
#2 The story must include a talking cat
#3 the story must include the sentence - “he was wearing baby pink long johns”
And there you have it, folks.
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