SF Drabble #29 “Held For Questioning”

It was in my mind, crawling around in there, poking into dark corners. It dragged out my fears and shames and casually, brutally dissected them.

Before, I had been creeped out just by it touching me.

It picked it’s way through my mind towards a certain day, hour, minute. Once there its search became insistent and then finally frenzied.

The more frustrated the alien got, the more it hurt.

After a while it let go and I slumped in my chair. It chittered something at the human cop and then scuttled out.

The policeman said to me, “You can go.”

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