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A Short Story by M.J DArcy
These are the last footsteps you will walk on your earth, Lucas, so ensure they head in the desired direction.
The words, spoken to my mind having bypassed my ears, bounced around inside my head and collided with my vision as I awoke, making my confusion and lack of coordination even more pronounced. I had awakened on a foreign sofa, in a foreign living room. A small child I vaguely recognised was sitting under a Christmas tree feeling his presents. The black void that was the world outside the window indicated I had awoken slightly earlier than planned- and that the boy was very keen to surprise Father Christmas.
Hello, I managed, Im hoping that perhaps you could tell me where I am
Im waiting for Santa, murmured the kid, without looking up or glancing at me at all.
Well thats not really the answer I was going for. How about