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RE: Fifty-Word Fiction Frenzy: A Community Collaboration - Round Five
It was Emerson's Biotech lab where I developed the virus. I began to sweat as I tore the corner and peered inside. Emerson always wore the same ring. This was his finger, there was no mistaking that. My heart began to palpitate. I searched the aisle but Arty was long gone.
PS. I love this idea, sorry for responding in the wrong spot.