#55 – Unknown

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It was hard to breathe in the gas mask.  It was hard to see the monitor, let alone the Petri Dish.

The white lights glared from the sterile steel of the bench.  In the quiet of the lab Susan’s heart thundered.  Her hands trembled.

She pressed a sample to the dish, the monitor swarming with a mass of writhing black lines, striking out at the human cells.

A tear rolled down her cheek as Susan looked from the screen to the gallery.

“Doctor?”

“,…..  Two weeks.  And then,…”

She hadn’t the heart to say it.

“Call the President.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Jesse Orrico via Unsplash

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