Morning all, ready to see what the morning prompt has in store for us? I know I am. I didn’t sleep very well and my brain is telling me either coffee of back to bed. The coffee is brewing and I don’t have time to go back to bed so prompt while brewing seems like the perfect option. So off we go.
I don;t think I realized what I was going to do with this story until I reached the end. Now I’ve decided its a lab experiment gone awry with only one survivor. Not sure if I will lean super hero/ villain or governmental secrets. Either could be fun and I don’t think I have ever written a super hero/ villain. Could be fun.
Wednesday, November 6th: The process is ongoing.
“The process is ongoing,” he said into the phone. I lifted an eyebrow as he glanced at me. I tried not to sigh. I wasn’t entirely certain who he was talking to but I knew he was talking about me. Dr. Everett hadn’t wanted someone in his space. And he considered any lab he worked in his space. Unfortunately the new facility did not take his need to hide away by himself into consideration. This was a semi private lab. The large room was divided in half. There was even a glass partition between the two. The base was a tiled divide, the glass top splitting the middle and rising a foot and a half to form a permeable split. When standing next to it the glass top reached the mid point of my chest.
I found it a strange choice but I assumed that the person who made it was thinking more of the flow of natural light and the need to feel like you were in an open space rather than the needs of separate labs. We each had our own equipment and surprisingly our own doors. I was fairly certain the separate doors were a safety precaution so that we could get out quickly in an emergency. The building itself was odd and often seemed more designed to show off the people working in it rather than to focus on safety precautions.
I shook off my thoughts and leaned down to my microscope. Regardless of the building and it’s strangeness, Dr. Everet had his own space. The fact that he could still see me meant he thought I was encroaching on his space despite the clear divide. He had been complaining about me since we all were transferred to the new building a month prior.
I did my best to ignore him, and as my research was quiet and produced no foul smelling odors, I thought he got a pretty good deal. His work was often loud and odiferous. I thought I should be the one complaining. However thigs had been odd lately and something in me niggled the back of my brain and told me to let it be. More and more lately I thought something was going on. There were no signs that said, something is going on that I could point to.
It was just the strange feeling that something was happening that I couldn’t quite see yet. It was the yet that was always added and what was keeping me cautious. Nothing had happened, yet. Nothing looks out of place, yet. It was a nagging feeling and it was wearing on me.
Admittedly, so was Dr. Everett.
I shook the thought off and adjusted the focus. I studied the slide and made the appropriate notes. In the last 34 days I had learned to tune Dr. Everett out. ‘I suppose I should be flattered he thinks of our blending of office space as an ongoing process,’ I thought a I made my notations. ‘That’s progress.’
Earlier in the month he referred to me as the squatter. ‘An improvement then.’
I switched up my slides and again refocused and made my notations. Dr. Everett slammed down the phone. Progress seemed to have dissolved into something approaching rage. I felt the impact as something was thrown against the barrier more than I heard it and looked up.
Ten til Midnight 