A team of scientists successfully teleported an apple back, so back, so way back. When it was returned, it appeared to have a bite taken out of it. The bite exposed a worm that reared its head.
"Everyone liked it," the worm said, clearly and loud enough for the entire team to hear. "It was just so tempting."
"Everyone?" asked Eve Fleshpot, the chief temporal reconciliation actuator and team leader.
"Well, there were only two people back then, but yes, everyone. In a manner of speaking."
"How'd it taste? I love apples," mumbled Adam Beancounter, the project comptroller.
"It was good. So good," said the vermiform stowaway. "You should try it. It'll explain a lot."
"If I do that, worm, and if I don't like it, can I send it back?"
"I'm afraid not. You'll have to pay it forward."
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (4)
This was clever and fun 😁
Lol, those names were hilarious! I love how the worm represented the snake!
So good! Made me laugh at name choices but also thoughtful about the paying it forward. Liked this!
Very interesting read. I love the symbolism in the names Fleshpots and Beancounter. Excellent work!