Frosty’s Failure

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(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

Frosty couldn’t have known that he was genetically engineered; the boisterous children who named him so didn’t realise he was genetically manipulated, the breeding centre which housed him couldn’t care less whether he was transgenic or bio-technology derived. The shining innocence of the kids and the startling indifference of Science both used Frosty to serve two totally contrasting purposes. Purposes driven by conflicting motives.

While Frosty’s creators were waxing eloquent about their achievements, the masters of modern technology failed to inform Frosty as to whether they had adhered – in both letter and spirit – to the Guidelines on genetically engineered animals used in Science. Frosty was the poster boy of social media. But neither the filters on Instagram nor the frenzy on Facebook told his real story.

A story of deceit and diffidence which made Frosty unable to stand or sleep for more than an hour a day.

(Word Count: 147)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #11 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

In Transit We Trust

(Photo Credit: H.R.R. Gorman)

The house looked as though it had been recently kissed by an asteroid. In a state of lamentable shambles, it was a ghastly sight to behold. Rolls of tissue crisscrossed across the master bedroom in a serpentine fashion. Tattered rags lay strewn about as though paying obeisance to a rodent ball. Appendages of furniture sticking out from under the mess made for a perverse jigsaw puzzle.

They found him in a disheveled and deplorable state squatting on the floor right next to an open window. Unwashed and unfocused, crossed arms hugging himself, he was crooning softly while making a monotonous rocking motion. A lullaby for the denied, a song for the deserted. His eyes were vacant, distant and lifeless.

Now ten years to that fateful day, he was gently murmuring to an adolescent girl who had tears streaming down her eyes. “Depression need not and should never be a choice. It is just a transitory gatecrasher trying your patience and testing your will power.”

(Word Count: 164)

This story has been written as part of the FLASH FICTION FOR ASPIRING WRITERS – FFfAW Challenge #201, more details about which may be found HERE

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Thank You H.R.R.Gorman for the photograph!