By Pickle
I don’t know how long I was hanging there before I heard the barn door creak open. I didn’t bother to lift my head. The sun streaming in behind them cast a bony, elongated shadow of each of the four men, as they each entered single file from the far side of the huge space. Their shadows were remarkably similar to the shape of the aliens on the ship. It freaked me out! Even though I didn’t want to let these guys know I even cared they were coming back to mess with me, my curiosity got the better of me. I had to sneak a peek. Just to make sure it actually was my buddies that had me in this splayed-out “fix” and not something much more sinister.
Hanging here, I began to wonder if I actually HAD been struck by lightening, however many nights ago it was. I was half-hoping I was in a coma, and that all of this shit that both Steve, and the aliens had put me through, was just some place, a slightly kinky guy’s brain, like mine, takes him when he’s in that weird medical state. Part of me wondered, “Am I dead, and this is what eternity will be like?”
