Writing from the stemistry lab
Those left behind
by Beverley Addy
“I don’t want to look at myself right now. They say someone has to do the dirty jobs. But as I carry these little fells from freezer, to scrape into the bin marked biological waste, I wonder if I couldn’t just help some of them escape. Bring in some friends and plant them inside. Don’t know how many may survive. Natural odds. But a chance is a chance. I could carry a batch myself. Mandy, I know would jump at it. Who else do I know? How many have I come across whose efforts to carry their own have crashed and failed. Then I would feel like I was doing what I was meant to and encouraging life. Never mind, not this time. Time to rinse and sterilise.”