Yellow Death

yellow-bug-shaktiki

Day One: Sore throat, malaise

Day Two: Fever, vomiting

Day Three: Headache, muscle weakness

Day Four: Severe dehydration

Day Five: Delirious, organ failure

Most people were dead by day six. Doctor Steven Ford was on day four.

The Yellow Death – named for the beautiful, colorful insect that he engineered to carry the virus – moved swiftly and mercilessly. He had performed his job well… but he made just one mistake.

In his final lucid moments, he wondered where he went wrong. His one regret? Not the covert meetings nor the dirty money. It was not making sure that he wasn’t resistant to the antidote.

 

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Photo credit: Shaktiki Sharma

It has been a long time since I participated in Friday Fictioneers! Check out the other authors’ contributions here. Many thanks to our lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

 

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18 thoughts on “Yellow Death

  1. Nice! Or…er…not so nice – but well done. “Doctor Stephen Ford was on day four.” This line really locked me in – and then you delivered a nice turn in the end with his only regret.

  2. The trial and error approach to genetic manipulation has not really helped in therapeutics. Even the well planned and rigidly ethical trials have gone awry, It is high time the doctors look at the 90% genome that they call genomic junk.
    Enjoyed reading this piece. Beautifully crafted.

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