By Krystyna Fedosejevs
Ambitious researcher. Fifty years old. Close to breakthrough.
Pockmarks on my face from severe acne fueled his goal to make me presentable. Perfect a cosmetic cream.
He worked within the dimensions of a large walk-in closet. Miniature chemistry lab: watch glasses illuminated with various pigments, flasks and beakers precariously placed between tubing. I nodded approvingly as he gave me a tour.
When the church door opened across the street and people entered, I crouched behind a hedge. I would’ve paid my respects had it not been for my condition.
Fumes from the last experiment killed him. Sulfur had burnt my face.
Bitter-sweet tale of an accidental “monster.” Nice job.
Amazing imagination:-)
I like the way you’ve presented the vanity of both characters in such a short space. Good job.
Thank you Bobby, tskraghu and Jayne for reading. I appreciate your comments.