This was a story written for, but not used by, 101 words. I’m putting it up here to see if people think it works as a story. Feel free to comment on it here or elsewhere.
I watched Michael make the tea, and wondered if this was really him.
It looked like him, he made the tea the same way – adding milk before removing the teabag, yuck – but there something wasn’t right. When he looked at me for a moment there was someone else behind his eyes.
“There you go, Sue,” he said, setting the tea down. “Just the way you like it.”
I smiled and sipped the tea. Just as bad as Michael’s always was.
I’d check with headquarters. After the effort I’d gone through to replace Sue, they wouldn’t have sent a backup.