Misterdoe's Fiction

I walked into the house — mansion, really — following the instructions that had been mailed to me by “Anson Freedom Fighters.” In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a trap, or if it was Robin herself using the promise of help from the AFF to humor me. [...]

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As I entered the house, a bottle of beer came floating my way. “Hi, honey,” said Marla’s disembodied voice in greeting, as unseen lips pecked me on the cheek.
“Hi, hon,” I answered, grabbing the open beer bottle from midair and taking a swig. “How was your day?”
“You know, same ol’ same ol’,” she answered as [...]

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This one is more in the invisible tickle-monster pocket: I go to a car dealership and find myself drawn to an extra-large SUV, something I’d ordinarily not pay any attention to — horrible gas mileage, horrible to park, etc. The salesman hands me the keys for a test drive, but I get only a half-block [...]

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As the elevator door closed, I saw this building had one of those weird floor “numbering” systems I’d seen in a few places. They were actually lettered. The button for floor “C”, presumably the third floor, was pressed.
When we got there, again, someone was waiting for the elevator as we got off. Just like the [...]

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I guess the clothes, or their unseen wearer, decided my lean didn’t bring me close enough, because the whole outfit leaned a little towards me, until the front of the tube top was pressing against my chest. And yes, there was just the right amount of resistance when the top pressed against me, even though [...]

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