GOD’S JOB
“It’s immoral, interfering with Nature like that. It’s one
thing to improve food crops, but making trees is God’s job.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Zeeta – in this laboratory I am God.”
Graham carefully inserted one cell into another, his back eloquent with triumph.
Zeeta slung her lab coat on the bench and left.
As the security gates shut behind her, a bolt of lightning struck the building, and she sped away, terrified, while explosions shook the Institute.
Graham carefully inserted one cell into another, his back eloquent with triumph.
Zeeta slung her lab coat on the bench and left.
As the security gates shut behind her, a bolt of lightning struck the building, and she sped away, terrified, while explosions shook the Institute.
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I know, you don't have to tell me, I wrote a tree story last week, but that's the way the dice fell. Rochelle chose the photo prompt and I followed it.
As did the 100 or so other members of Friday Fictioneers - read their stories too by following the link.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/