“After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart!”
Jane understood how bad that was. Not a simple retransfiguration like a hand or an eye.
About this time, Candice wandered by, all consumed by the apple/mac chip implanted in her brain. Had she not stumbled over Jane’s left leg, well . . .
Candice had many talents, including quantum mechanics. Using her trusty sonic screwdriver, it took a few tries. “I prefer to face forward. I’m left handed if you hadn’t put my right hand there.”
“There,” Candice said, wondering if Jane would count for her seminar, “Engaging Those Unlike Us.” Jane did a full 4-D scan. “Not bad – just a few dents and scratches.”
“Candice, if you’re going to sleep through class, please bring a pillow.” Blushing, she slid further down in her seat. She almost knocked over her notebook. She had drawn “Me in pieces,” and “Me as a whole.”
Written for Mondays Finish the Story, May 4, 2015