Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


August 15th 2013 in Microfiction

The press conference was standing room only, the flashes frequent and blinding like dance club strobes. No one was paying attention to the slideshow or the doctor running it; all eyes were on Dr Emma Frankenstein who’d gone down that one impossible path to look for the needle in our biological haystack and had found it. When at last one of the reporters asked if she felt it remarkable that a Frankenstein had found the cure for cancer, Emma stepped to the mic. “If you’ve paid attention to life at all, you know that ALL science is mad, Mr Reynolds,” she answered, her smile warm, her eyes cold.

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