Tying Up Loose Ends

The patient sat calmly at the table, his hands folded, nails trimmed. He seemed nice but shy. He couldn’t quite bring himself to meet my eyes.

“I know why you’re here.” he said.

“Tell me.”

“You’re like everybody else, you want to know what I saw.”

“That’s right. I’m on a case, and anything you can tell me could help immensely.”

“You won’t believe me. Nobody ever does.”

“In my line of work I come across a lot of crazy things, so try me. Please.” I smile.

“Fine. I was sitting at work, minding my own business, when I saw a man who looked like he was having a heart attack. I called nine-one-one, and ran outside. When I got there his chest was making funny noises and it rippled. That’s when I saw it. There was something, a creature, in his mouth, trying to get out. It kept getting bigger as it pushed past his lips until it was the size of a large pineapple. Once out, it glared at me and ran off.”

Finishing his story, he looked up to see what I thought of it.

“Oh god, you’re one of them!” he cried.

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