[<] [>]  by Deneen Ansley

12 October 2009

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Drabble Challenge #46

Prompt: fear

Scanning the isolated shop, I approach the Pharmy. “Can you run a cure for the Z15 Retrovirus?”

He stares. “You’re a naughty boy. I know how that shit’s transmitted. Government will flag your code.”

Sweaty hands remove my locket. “Are you required to report gifts? My DNA, with a worm destruct…and two million nanobots. Unprogrammed.” My heart pounds. I daren’t breathe.


The guards smile at me as the heavy wooden doors close.

A shadowy figure twirls round.

“Thank God!”

“Nothing to it, Darling.”

“They bought it?”

“No worries. Now, lift your tongue, Madame President.” I place the tiny pill.




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