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.
###THE END###
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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Leigh Ward-Smith
Leigh's Wordsmithery 
Hi Leigh, A most curious and thought provoking post, which I like!
Wow. That’s quite a challenge. You did a good job with it.
Under 50 words is pretty amazing to tell a story Leigh, especially one as intriguing as this!
Well, Leigh, I would have given it a prize! I sense something ominous behind those winks. I love your use of the word “omelet” too.
Very cleverly written Leigh. I would have given you first place as I felt as if I was transported to the very private conversation in such a few words.