This week from Pen of the Damned comes my short story, Sinus Infection
Ray Rasmussen woke with a start.
He dreamt that he had been having sex with an alien. The act was not sexy but more mechanical, like they were performing the act for procreation. It was pure, unemotional sex.
There was some pressure in his sinuses, but his mind was still focused on his dream.
The dream bothered him.
Did he initiate the interaction? Or did the alien?
Why was I fucking an alien in the first place?
The alien could only be remembered in fragmented blurs. It was off-white and humanoid based on the flashes of arms and legs that blinked through his mind. Ray clearly remembered the expressionless face with black reflective eyes and a small mouth.
He couldn’t remember if the alien had any distinctive sex organs.
It must’ve had them… I was fucking it.
Ray looked over at the alarm clock sitting on top…
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