To Another World. Flash Fiction.

“And you’re sure it’s safe?”
“Life is full of risks honey, there’s no guarantee. It does what it does.”
Josie looked at the small plastic baggie, it was filled with a brownish powder, excitement was bubbling up in her chest, “keep it moving.” Josie jumped and scurried away from the woman. It had cost her a lot of money, but if the rumours had any truth to them it was well worth it. Some new kind of psychotropic drug that would strip away everything layer by layer and show her who she truly was. The experience sounded intense, but she had found heard nothing but positives about it, both through friends and online.

Josie did a final sweep of her apartment, making sure everything was clean. She had left out some water and snacks for herself on the table, apparently some people got the munchies while waiting for everything to kick off. She had compiled a playlist of relaxing music to listen to and was ready to just relax and experience it. Standing in the kitchen she carefully poured the contents of the baggie into a small glass of water, apparently it tasted horrific and this was one of the easier ways to take it. Beside the glass of water was a glass of coke, ready to help wash the taste out of her mouth. Josie poured the brown powder into the water and gave it a quick stir, she took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then picked up the glass and downed it. The taste was worse than she could have imagined, like ear wax and chemicals, harsh and bitter. Grimacing, she grabbed the coke and took a swig, it did nothing but add a layer of sweetness to the taste, her stomach clenched and the nausea hit, at least it had been expected. Josie took another sip of her coke and concentrated on her breathing, the nausea was supposed to pass in a few minutes.

Josie sat onto the couch, the nausea had gone, now she just had to wait. She picked up the bowl of fruit and grabbed a strawberry, she was starting to feel a bit hungry. She took a bite, but instead of sweetness, a bitter, acrid taste filled her mouth, Josie spit out the lump of strawberry, there was something off about it, wrong. She picked it up and looked at it closely, it looked like any other strawberry, though partially chewed. She reached into the bowl and grabbed a grape, she popped it into her mouth and bit down, the grape burst, flooding her mouth with juice. Instantly she spat it out, the taste of rot and dirt coated her tongue, she grabbed a glass of water and quickly took a drink. She was still hungry, but food seemed to be out, the powder must have done something to her taste buds. She hadn’t read about that, but it wasn’t too concerning, no doubt it was like brushing your teeth, after a while flavours would go back to normal.

Josie was feeling something, though she wasn’t quite sure what. It wasn’t intense, but it was subtle, a general lifting of her mood and things seemed to be swaying ever so slightly. Josie settled back into the couch and let herself by carried away.

Josie yawned, she rubbed at her eyes and with one had she wiped the drool from her mouth. The journey had been intense, more so than she had expected, she looked down at her hand and saw a bright red streak. They warned her about the blood. Josie stood and walked to the kitchen, her legs were shaky and unsteady, as she went she kept one hand on the wall for balance. In the kitchen she carefully poured a glass of water and sipped it, it was delicious, better than anything she had ever drank. Josie looked around the kitchen, it was full of food and drinks, she had never seen this much food in one place. Her stomach grumbled loudly and Josie went to make herself something to eat.

It wasn’t as disorientating as she expected, all the memories of the host body were intact, it would be easy enough to blend in, much easier than they had made it seem before. The mind of the host was mostly gone, stripped away layer by layer, inundated with pleasure until she was nothing but a drooling mass then reassembled when she took over the body. Josie stretched, enjoying the way her skin and muscles felt as they moved, it was a strange sensation, but oddly enjoyable too. For now she just had to keep Josie’s life running as it had been, talk to friends, family, tell people about the drug. Easy things, nothing that would arouse suspicion. Of course when phase two started it would be a little more difficult, the taste of the drug made it hard to slip into food, but she’d find a way to get people to take it, one way or another.


About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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