Fast Fiction Challenge 2006: The Lemons of Wrath
Title: The Lemons of Wrath
Word: disorganised
Challenger: tawdryfilth
Length: 200 words exactly The disorganised chaos of the coroner’s lab was offensive to her and she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the sight. She had enough respect for the coroner though not to mention it. Not again.
She walked into the room, and called to the coroner’s assistant who looked up from a microscope and smiled at her in recognition.
She asked about the body, and he grimaced, then led her to a big table. He pulled away the sheet revealing a novelty. She’d seen dead bodies before; in her job, it came with the territory, but this was something new.
Coming from Goleta Valley, she knew a bit about lemons: she knew the lemon tree grew up to twenty feet. She knew that it had a white exterior and purple interior and the fruit, which first appeared green, ripened to a golden yellow.
She was pretty sure, however, that its natural growing environment wasn’t inside every visible orifice of the dead young man laying on the table.
She winced at the effort it must have taken to insert the numerous lemons.
And then the assistant turned over the man’s body and she realised that the effort was decidedly enhanced by anger...
© Lee Barnett, 2007
Word: disorganised
Challenger: tawdryfilth
Length: 200 words exactly The disorganised chaos of the coroner’s lab was offensive to her and she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the sight. She had enough respect for the coroner though not to mention it. Not again.
She walked into the room, and called to the coroner’s assistant who looked up from a microscope and smiled at her in recognition.
She asked about the body, and he grimaced, then led her to a big table. He pulled away the sheet revealing a novelty. She’d seen dead bodies before; in her job, it came with the territory, but this was something new.
Coming from Goleta Valley, she knew a bit about lemons: she knew the lemon tree grew up to twenty feet. She knew that it had a white exterior and purple interior and the fruit, which first appeared green, ripened to a golden yellow.
She was pretty sure, however, that its natural growing environment wasn’t inside every visible orifice of the dead young man laying on the table.
She winced at the effort it must have taken to insert the numerous lemons.
And then the assistant turned over the man’s body and she realised that the effort was decidedly enhanced by anger...
© Lee Barnett, 2007