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jeriendhal) wrote2013-05-17 06:45 pm
jeriendhal) wrote2013-05-17 06:45 pm
365 Days of Drabbles, Day One Hundred Thirty-Seven
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avanti_90: “Schrödinger’s Cat escapes from the box”
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“Damnit Higgins, have you figured out what’s going on yet?”
“Um, sorta. The cat is still in the box.”
“But the readings say that it escaped.”
“That too.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“You’d better look behind you, sir.”
He turned. Standing in front of him was the cat. Or maybe it wasn’t that cat. Its form seemed to waver. Though it stood, it didn’t breathe, and a smell of decay rose from it. It smiled, or perhaps snarled, though at any rate it bared its teeth at him.
“Higgins, is it dead?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yes and no, sir.”
avanti_90: “Schrödinger’s Cat escapes from the box”• * * *
“Damnit Higgins, have you figured out what’s going on yet?”
“Um, sorta. The cat is still in the box.”
“But the readings say that it escaped.”
“That too.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“You’d better look behind you, sir.”
He turned. Standing in front of him was the cat. Or maybe it wasn’t that cat. Its form seemed to waver. Though it stood, it didn’t breathe, and a smell of decay rose from it. It smiled, or perhaps snarled, though at any rate it bared its teeth at him.
“Higgins, is it dead?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yes and no, sir.”
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