Podburn
After a good night's sleep, Tres attempted to tell us how all this had happened but even she wasn't entirely sure.
An alien friend told her that the pod could make her younger, fitter. If she slept near it, it would send out rejuvenating waves and just one hour could take off a decade or more- apparently, aliens use them all the time- a bit like sunbeds. But he warned her not to overdo it. Whilst everyone else was in bed, she pulled the pod into the lounge and had an hours snooze in a chair next to it. It worked. Without telling anyone, Tres hurried downtown to show off her newly acquired youthfulness and have some fun. She wasn't sure how long it would last. She spent a most enjoyable night in the arms of some young lad she met in the pub.
She'd left the pod in the lounge and guessed that the rest of the old Blogs must have nodded off in their favourite chairs after breakfast. When Tres arrived home, she was horrified to find them literally sleeping like babies and the lounge on fire.
The pod was was glowing menacingly.
The only thing she could think to do was to get them out of the house. She thought that if she found somewhere safe for them and waited a while, the effects of the pod might wear off. She felt responsible... and guilty for what had happened.
Tres got the little Blogs over to Blog House in a taxi and called the fire service. At least they were safe now. Everything would be okay. Or would it?
An alien friend told her that the pod could make her younger, fitter. If she slept near it, it would send out rejuvenating waves and just one hour could take off a decade or more- apparently, aliens use them all the time- a bit like sunbeds. But he warned her not to overdo it. Whilst everyone else was in bed, she pulled the pod into the lounge and had an hours snooze in a chair next to it. It worked. Without telling anyone, Tres hurried downtown to show off her newly acquired youthfulness and have some fun. She wasn't sure how long it would last. She spent a most enjoyable night in the arms of some young lad she met in the pub.
She'd left the pod in the lounge and guessed that the rest of the old Blogs must have nodded off in their favourite chairs after breakfast. When Tres arrived home, she was horrified to find them literally sleeping like babies and the lounge on fire.
The pod was was glowing menacingly.
The only thing she could think to do was to get them out of the house. She thought that if she found somewhere safe for them and waited a while, the effects of the pod might wear off. She felt responsible... and guilty for what had happened.
Tres got the little Blogs over to Blog House in a taxi and called the fire service. At least they were safe now. Everything would be okay. Or would it?
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