P.S.E. - Flash Fiction With A Fun Game (Repost)
That was all that the bottle said. PSE. Three letters. The man was left alone with it. He was told it could be very good if he drank it. He was told it could also be very bad. It was up to the man if he should drink it or not. He looked around the room. It was all white except for a television screen which was off.
The instructions were as follows. There was a trigger on the door. When the man opened it the television would come up and tell the man what was in the bottle. The contents of the bottle would also disappear, if they had not been drunk. The bottle, which would heat up when the trigger was tripped, would turn the liquid into vapour. That was all the man had to go on.
He sat for a minute to think about it. The liquid could be anything. It could give him superpowers... it could be poison. The man thought of his life. He was in his mid 30s and did not have the best luck. He was happy with his job but he had yet to find the one. Maybe this would make him irresistable to women.
The man did like to gamble. They wouldn't poison him, he thought. People knew where he was. No. They wouldn't. At worst he would get a stomach ache for a few days. But green wasn't a good colour for a liquid...
The man decided. He would drink it. He took the top off and tossed it back. It had no taste. He waited. Nothing happened. What a rip off he thought. He moved to the door and opeend it with his right hand. There was a sound of a beep. The man turned to the screen. His heart almost stopped when he saw what PSE stood for.
Penis Shrinking Extract
Hahahaa! I am sure he couldn't reverse what he has done