Len measured out the polymerization agent for the overnight run, the last step in his end-of-shift routine. The suppliers had been and gone earlier, and even the renderers’ shifts had finished for the day. He double-checked the volume in the tanks one last time before adding the agent. He didn’t want either soup or rock.
Satisfied, he set the mixers in motion. In the morning, the slurry would be poured over screens to dry: 30% post-consumer content, as advertised. He turned off the lights on his way out the door, ignoring the tattooed skin that surfaced briefly in the nearest vat.
“…ignoring the tattooed skin that surfaced briefly in the nearest vat.”
Chilling last line.
Glad you liked it!
So sinister!
I was looking over the drabbles I wrote in October, and I was surprised to discover quite a few were dark — and those that weren’t tended to humor. I’m sure that says something about me.