“It’s an intricate problem.” said Martin.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I need your help” replied Solomon staring at the gnarled vines. The garden, that had always calmed him failed to do so on that day. The coiling veins seemed to be stifling his thoughts.
“Let’s talk as we walk.” he said.
Martin continued. “It’s a bloody genius technology, Solomon. Surely it will help thousands of people suffering from that dastardly disease to live a normal life… This research could even win you the Nobel Prize you know. You would certainly deserve it too.”
“Yes, I know Martin! But can I knowingly do it? What if someone else discovers how easily this molecule could be changed? In fact, it is only a matter of time. Then what? It can be used to kill thousands.”
“Yes. But we are scientists Solomon. Can we let the fear of future stop the science of today?”
“I don’t know!” Solomon said with obvious anguish. “I have to live with the decision I make Martin. Oh! Why does it have to be me to make a decision as momentous as this Martin?”
“Because you can.” replied Martin coming to a stop.
Solomon looked up in surprise. They were in front of the church. He hadn’t entered it ever since his mother had been snatched from him by that cursed disease… Unthinkingly he peered inside; as if searching for an ancient memory. Suddenly, his face lit up.
“Let’s go, Martin. I know what to do.”
Word count: 249
Short story in response to Prose challenge hosted by Sammi Cox.
Prose Challenge – Write a story in 250 words that begins with the line: “It’s an intricate problem.”. We should also try to incorporate the photo prompt.