By Paul Lewthwaite
He manipulated his skin and muscle mask with clumsy human digits, reshaping the features until he’d formed a perfect smile. He froze it in place. Satisfied, he turned away from the bathroom mirror and strode into the kitchen where his wife was chopping vegetables.
He stepped close and wrapped his arms around her; she tensed and frowned when she saw his face.
Their instructor halted the simulation. “You’re meant to display contriteness, not some inane grin. You can’t keep dashing to another room to correct your façade.” She raised her tentacles in frustration. “Didn’t they teach you anything at Infiltration College?”
Very good. This story creates a different world in just a few words.
Nice one!
Enjoyed this
Nicely told… kudos…
Liked the characterisation in so few words.
Thank you everyone for your kind comments.
Cool!