I have to start with May the 4th be with you! This week’s six sentence story prompt by girlontheedge was CONTROL, and it got weird. What started with a perfectionist researcher being interrupted turned a little strange, and well it’s up to you if you want to interpret this as horror/fantasy or take it as a metaphor.
The sounds of Bach’s Cello Suite No 1 came from a waterproof speaker mounted high in the corner of the lab, the only deviation in an otherwise textbook set-up.
The lab equipment was all stored as precisely as if it were a demo rather than a working lab, and the few samples being worked on were set up on an immaculate bench top, all labelled with perfectly legible capital letters, all spaced exactly one inch apart.
The scientist working on them also appeared picture ready, with nary a hair out of place as she methodically reviewed her data, making notations in her lab book with a precise print that almost looked typed, and only when she was sure that every detail had been captured did she move onto the next step in her procedure.
Then HE stepped into the lab, him in his open toed shoes, stopping the music, waving his hands as if he wasn’t surrounded by fragile equipment, and all hell broke loose when he finally made contact, her sense of control shattering along with the glassware.
She turned, snarling, her hair bursting from it’s tie as the strands turned to snakes ready to devour their prey, claws escaping through the tips of her gloves, and he barely had a chance to widen his eyes in horror before it was all over.
Three hours later the lab was back to it’s impeccable state, Bach’s Cello Suite No 1 drifted from the recently sterilised speaker as she stepped inside, freshly showered in a new lab-coat and gloves, she was ready to resume her work without interruption, and the only attention she gave to the now bulging biohazard bag was a note in her lab book to have it scheduled for removal when she was finished for the day.
Side note, going forward theses are moving to Wednesday’s and the Short Stories will be moving to Friday’s.
Love the story, love the clipped, clinical prose. Great Six, Anne!
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Thanks, tried to get the prose to match the setting, and am happy it was noticed.
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Nice part about her hair turning to snakes.
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I wanted to go monster, and nothing is more monster than medusa hair. Thanks!
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Sounds like a character likely to be seen sitting at an alcove table at the Six Sentence Café and Bistro, relaxing after a day at work.
Engaging (and fun, for the ending)
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There’s control… and there’s control!
Good one!
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Thank you!
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A few people i’ve met are rhetorically like that. You learn to just leave them be.
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Sorry, meant to say “metaphorically”, Brother-in-Law, sometimes called The Mouth, has been in here chewing my ears off and i lose my train of thought.
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Hi, yes, this may or may not have been based on some of the people I worked with when I was in research. Glad you related.
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Your character gets the “extreme control freak award” for sure, Anne!
Thanks for the suggested soundtrack (still playing). Provides an ambiance that totally enhances the “chilling” effect of your Six.
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Thank you! I felt like the music set the tone for this one. I am glad you liked it.
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