It requires concentration. The picture has to be clear in my head; I have to be able to feel my body coming into compliance with it as I make the change. It's taken years of practice to be truly convincing. Details matter.
When I'm ready, I can step out into the open grass and onto the sidewalk and across the road and up the steps and ring the doorbell. I can hold my hat and smile and mention familiar and trustworthy names. I can sit in the parlor and sip tea and enquire after health.
The anticipation builds the appetite.
You'd have to have some guts to pull a trick like this one!
ReplyDelete'Some guts' are, I fear, what it's after. :-)
DeleteI must say you are a genius,sir! One needs to be so vigilant when writing this kind of flash fiction. Surely you've done justice to the prompt. Kudos!
ReplyDeleteanother part of me
Thank you! :-)
DeleteOoh it's all a bit "the talented mr ripley" ... very good :)
ReplyDeleteI love how I'm picturing a hideous shape-changing monster and you're picturing Matt Damon. :-) Cheers!
Deletevery good...nice work
ReplyDeleteThanks very much! :-)
DeleteThis sets the imagination reeling in all directions - preferably away from my front door! Jolly good!
ReplyDeleteMine too, lol! :-)
DeleteCunning, inventive and sharp...
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! :-)
DeleteNo luck at my door my friend. I've seen them all.
ReplyDeleteHe's already inside your house
DeleteIt sounds like a certain relative of mine. I should bar the door. Sharp writing, Mr. Blackstone!
ReplyDeleteThank you! :-)
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