“It’s all bagged and tagged, sir.”
“Good. Get it in the vault and let our suppliers know the shipment will be ready tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir. And the, uh…the donor?”
“She’s served her purpose. They only cry once. Cut her loose.”
Neither man followed the path the wounded creature cut across the sky, flinching against its wounds as it scaled up the clouds to freedom.
I must be on a word diet, as this week’s Flash only weighed in at 60 words!
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