One fine day on Planet Earth, I was sitting in my own comfortable home in my own comfortable chair in my own comfortable body. And just as I had leisurely turned a page in my book, and was about to leisurely take a sip of my coffee, the doorbell rang.
I raised my body, squinting at the sunshine outside, and went to the door.
Having opened it, I found myself looking at a spaceman. I knew immediately that he was a spaceman from his different looks and his suit.
Now, I was quite dumbfounded. I had a funny feeling in my stomach, and didn't know what to make of the situation. But this spaceman seemed quite as cheerful as any sergeant handling civilians.
He looked up from his clipboard, said, "Follow me, please," and turned around.
I hesitated, looking back into my comfortable home, and then stumbled after him. "Hey," I asked. "What gives? What's happening?"
"Oh," he said, "they are going to give you guys another treatment. Some of you are regaining your memories."
"What memories!?"
"Don't think about it," he said.
By Eolake Stobblehouse
eolake@stobblehouse.com
"Just Don't" was published in Writers of the Future, vol V, part of the best selling Science Fiction antology series ever.