Settling himself, Janx relished the opportunity to review his field journal without distractions. He wasn’t concerned anyone would think it odd for a man to be perched on an ornamental island in the middle of a canal. It was ridiculously easy to manipulate the minds of these beings so they simply refused to acknowledge the reality before them.
He sighed with frustration. While he had dwelt amongst these creatures for quite some time and, effortlessly, mimicked their outward appearance, clearly he still had much to learn of their social interaction rituals.
He was forced to admit he’d allowed his growing sense of loneliness and isolation to cloud his judgment. It would seem requests for casual sexual intercourse involved a number of variables his previous research had failed to indicate.
Now, not only were his growing needs not met, he dared not return to his favorite café without serious complications. Damn!
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: Alone?