“What has happened?” I asked my staff of bio-engineering scientists.
“Got out of its jar…”
“It seems perfectly harmless…”
What I could ascertain from the words that they dared not say was that the research we were doing to propagate larger and healthier plants had worked. So well, in fact, that when a bee got loose and sucked up what spilled from a beaker we had a bee the size of a house.
“Now what do we do with a monstrous bee?”
I eyed the beaker. The scientist in me considered the possibilities.
This week’s rather large photo prompt was submitted by Jennifer Pendergast. Rochelle is the fearless hostess at Friday Fictioneers where stories are the 100 word variety.
I didn’t realize there was a world race for the discovery which my colleagues and I had spent the better part of our lifetime researching.
Yes there could be money, recognition…
but that is not why
Does a singer have to sing?
an artist sculpt or paint?
We had to discover
we were so close…
My world as a child was the think tank of Stanford University. My mind filled with science. While most kids were putting together Tinker Toys, I was studying bones (really old bones.) I got my break – the opportunity to work in medical research starting at the age of 13 (they kinda fudged on my age.) I saw and learned much. Scientific discoveries seemed to be made every day…
This is a flash fiction for my friend Galen aka Mr Know it All who has been in the hospital. Get well soon G-man.
and this is “W” for the wrap up week of the A to Z challenge.
Photography: Public Domain picture of Rodin’s sculpture “The Burghers of Calais “in front of the Stanford Quad