Photograph by Alastair Forbes, Copyright 2013

The Tunnel

Sitting in the middle of  a man-made subterranean tunnel I look in both directions, no end in sight. I rewrap my wrist, still bleeding. My extrasensory abilities hear them coming, they’re probably 5,ooo meters away (roughly 3 miles). Do I escape or confront? Always about choices. They mustn’t be allowed to take me!

No time for contemplation, and yet still – why me? Why my lot in life to be genetically different from everyone else? How did they discover my difference and began looking for me. Luckily, someone else had known years ago. She had prepared me for this day … should it come.

Am I ready? Equipped for the fight of my life? I’m prepared but I’m scared too. Timing is everything, just as she isolates the genetic coding of my DNA – she makes a startling discovery … and vanishes! And now They are after me. I don’t know if she’s dead or live, and I don’t know who to trust. And now I have her secret too. 

Alone in a tunnel, with all the major players in the world wanting what my body contains, the next leap in human evolution – a new genetic pattern greatly expanding capabilities and longevity but even that isn’t the real discovery. The one she had just discovered, dangerous knowledge that now, only I know about!

What will I do?

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My entry for Alastairs Photo Fiction. To be part of this very fun writing challenge (which I encourage you to do) click here!

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Penny