Brain Beggars
I eventually broke down, and gave Sriva from The Worm Ouroboros a handful of spare paragraphs to buy some Thramnian wine with. But as soon as my brain is my own again, who now invades it but the mutant mindchild of Pat Robertson and Sarah Palin, come to a near-future UK to start an impossible and undesirable revolution - with a very high trump concealed carefully up his sleeve. 500 words of an SF short that cannot possibly be short enough.
I think I want my Witch back.
If Sriva and the Marshall and all their cohorts don't pick my brainstem completely clean, I might actually finish my chapter by the end of the week.
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