It was supposed to be a straight forward experiment, certainly there was no perceived danger prior to implementing the procedure.
Dr. Kym informed his staff, his colleagues and the entire Board about the pending experiment, the specifics and the predicted conclusions. They sat enraptured as he laid out the basic principles upon which he had built his theory. It all sounded so good.
Until it wasn’t. Dr. Kym planned to integrate the human psyche into the many layered and complicated nervous system of Earths most common fungi, the mushroom.
What he had not planned on was a retaliatory strike!
Response to word prompts provided by The Sunday Whirl (dawn tips stretched awoke mists off quiet shouldered blur again laughed whirred)
quiet laughter whirred the mists tips of early blooming tulips shouldered through the blur of old snow drifts stretched to touch the dawn returning to turn off the cold weather months and welcome once again Spring!
They met discreetly, quietly and in near total silence twice a week. If both parental sets left at the same time, they’d risk a third rendezvous but, that had only happened a very few times.
This was one of those times.
She: “I’m so happy you found this place,” she sighed, sliding up against him, noticing he was hairier than usual.
He: “My change is coming,” he hesitated then continued, “do you have everything ready? We will have to move quickly once it starts and pray we aren’t discovered, not until it’s too late for them to do anything about it.”
She: “Yes, but if my father discovers us before we are truly joined, he will kill you,” she whispered the dire warning.
A leaf shook, then another. A male Luna moth emerged. Enraged he pushed the butterfly worm off the leaf and carried his errant larvae home.