‘Excuse me. Would you mind taking part in a survey?’
‘Sure.’
‘Really? Great! OK, question 1. Are you currently A: In a medically induced coma, or B: In a fiction surrounded by paid actors?’
‘How about C: Doing the weekly shop with my wife?’
‘I’m afraid that’s not an option Michael.’
‘How do you know my name’s Michael?’
‘I didn’t say Michael. You said Michael.’
‘This is ridiculous.’
‘Then walk away Michael.’
‘I will.’
‘Sir?’
‘I can’t move!’
‘Why do you think that is? Is it A: You are in a medically induced coma, or B: Aliens have inser…’
Written for: Friday Fictioneer
Filed under Flash fiction
Tagged as Acting, Aliens, coma, Drabble, Flash fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Hell, shopping, short story, Survey, wife