Prestige was a brittle thing, he realized. He had once had much, but it had been shot to pieces within mere moments. The rage boiled up inside him as he thought of how he had been treated, yet on the outside he managed to remain calm and debonair even, as always. He smiled at one of the female researchers as he walked past and saw her smile back. His cool facade was flawless. None of them would ever know the gravity of the situation until it was far too late for any of them. The smile remained on his lips as he strode down the hall, the all-too-fragile glass container tucked safely under his arm where none could see it or the bright yellow biohazard symbol upon its side. As he left the laboratory and the safety zone his smile only grew. They would find out what became of those who messed with him. They would all find out.
Saturday, June 30, 2018
Hazard
AUTHOR'S NOTE: An attempt at short fiction using the prompts "prestige, brittle, debonair, gravity, container, zone." Written in or prior to 2002.
HAZARD
Prestige was a brittle thing, he realized. He had once had much, but it had been shot to pieces within mere moments. The rage boiled up inside him as he thought of how he had been treated, yet on the outside he managed to remain calm and debonair even, as always. He smiled at one of the female researchers as he walked past and saw her smile back. His cool facade was flawless. None of them would ever know the gravity of the situation until it was far too late for any of them. The smile remained on his lips as he strode down the hall, the all-too-fragile glass container tucked safely under his arm where none could see it or the bright yellow biohazard symbol upon its side. As he left the laboratory and the safety zone his smile only grew. They would find out what became of those who messed with him. They would all find out.
Prestige was a brittle thing, he realized. He had once had much, but it had been shot to pieces within mere moments. The rage boiled up inside him as he thought of how he had been treated, yet on the outside he managed to remain calm and debonair even, as always. He smiled at one of the female researchers as he walked past and saw her smile back. His cool facade was flawless. None of them would ever know the gravity of the situation until it was far too late for any of them. The smile remained on his lips as he strode down the hall, the all-too-fragile glass container tucked safely under his arm where none could see it or the bright yellow biohazard symbol upon its side. As he left the laboratory and the safety zone his smile only grew. They would find out what became of those who messed with him. They would all find out.
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