Here is today’s result. This is very short, but I kind of like it.
Emma stirred the pot in front of her, filling the house with noxious fumes. This part always smelled the worst. And combining mixtures on DNA harvested from the hospital into a sludgy mess of probable life always made her feel guilty.
Glancing at her watch before adding the next ingredient, she realized Gregory was already late. It wouldn’t work out if he didn’t show up. She could create flesh, but without him, it meant nothing. He, after all, was the bone master.