Mothers of Invention
genres: sci-fi, microfiction
“Can you pass the egg?”
I scoot the sealed dish across the lab table.
“Just one more pinch, et voilà.” Evie shrugs out of her Neptune-blue glove. “Our little omelet. Not edible of course.”
“She’s as lovely as her mother.”
“Mothers, plural.” She winks back at me.
Note: I wrote this microfiction piece for a call for submissions under 50 words and in which each word had to be seven letters or fewer. Originally, there was no title. Being who I am, I chose the science fiction or speculative fiction route, plus I’ve added this working title. It was not successful in the fray of competition, but I had fun writing and tweaking it and thought someone in the Great Out-There might enjoy reading it. I hope that that someone has been you.
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