A Story PracticeThe world might be about to end, and they are making me do puzzles.A Story Practice by ~MoggieKitten
A generic lab-coated geek sits beyond a plexiglass divider, timer in hand and a frown on his rodenty face. I finish matching the red and white pattern on the blocks in front of me to the newest card and he stops the timer with surprising enthusiasm.
He needlessly adjusts his glasses for about the 16th time this session, then begins furiously scratching away on a notepad. "I'll have to tabulate your results, of course," he replies with the strange enthusiasm he seems to reserve only for scientifically studying things. In this particular instance, me. "You seem to have done alright. I hope..." He squints harder at his illegible writing as if it has all the answers. "I just hope we'll find something." I can see he's about to say more, but either thinks better of it or chickens out. Probably the latter. He seems to know what he's doing when it comes