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Mimic
by Elizabeth H. Smith

I never realized I was so different. Not until that day. I thought myself to be like others, an assumption born of ignorance. I imagined their hunger to be just as voracious, their teeth equally savage. My gluttony, to my previous knowledge, was just a symptom of my kind. Even though I’d never seen another, never felt the touch of one so close, I imagined there would be more just like me. They may look the same on the outside, but within, they were soulless. They had no ambition, no life of which to speak. They were no more than carcasses, empty vessels with no appetite of their own.

That day, my owner passed while on one of our usual trips, and I was thrown with those who shared my appearance. The ones who found me didn’t realize what I was.

So now I wait, rather hungry and impatient, for warm blood to come, to get close enough for a taste. My belly growls in a room of silence, filled with mock versions of the dead. I wait, and I tell myself that eventually one will come, I’ll open my jaw wide, and taste living flesh once again.

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Fiction © Copyright Elizabeth H. Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay

More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
Elizabeth H. Smith is a storyteller who writes while trying to keep her cat, Luna off the keyboard. The musical group, Rasputina is her muse. She was born in the state of New York and would never feel at home anywhere else.