The Exchange

It was dark when I regained back my consciousness.

“Clyde?” I whispered as my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.

No answer.

Where was I? When my eyes started to become accustomed to the place, I tried to get up and stretch out my limbs in an attempt to lose my sleep spells, and that was when I felt it. Something behind me.

I turned around a little too quickly for my good before I stumbled back to the ground.

Ouch... that was a bad idea.

Wait...huh? Feathers? Where did these come from?

I reached for my back slowly and felt it. Wings.

“No...”

NO!

“Clyde...he wouldn’t.” I muttered to myself. He didn’t. God, I hope he didn’t.

But he did.

In the mirror, I saw him staring back at me. Every movement I did was Clyde moving in the mirror. I was in his body.

The exchange was complete.

Clyde is dead.