Thought I’d share a noir/ science fiction/ flash-, sudden-, micro-fiction creation of 33 words that I jotted a few days ago after listening to a trends analyst speak. His projections took my mind in a dark direction regarding our future as a species. No pretty picture here.
The Sins of the Father
by F. Moore (c) 2012
Father works secretly on his biological weapon. The plan goes awry. He doesn’t consider the unintended consequences; the creation’s malevolence is greater than supposed. The creation consumes Father’s family, then stalks the world.
Excellent! I knew that behind that smiling face lurked darkness just waiting to be released. Great stuff; elegantly written.
Thank you. My prayer is that the fiction remains so, not turning into non-fiction.