Pluto’s Heart
By Alex Morgan
The first thing Brian noticed was the foul taste in his dry mouth, as if a dog has emptied his bowels in it. He smacked his lips and sucked in air to get rid of the vile sensation. He realized he was lying down and tried to sit up, but his body responded sluggishly.
What?
After a few seconds of struggling, he managed to get his arms to move and raise his shoulders, but his forehead bumped against a hard surface.
“Ow! What the hell?” Brian muttered in a hoarse voice. He tried to see what he hit but his eyelids felt as if they were glued shut. “Why can’t I open my eyes?”
He fell back onto the soft cushions beneath him and rubbed his eyes with his lethargic hands. When he managed to peel them open, he peered up at a Plexiglas pane inches from his nose.
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