The smell that drifted up from the basement was, of course, obscenely noxious. It burned the nostrils and caught at the back of one’s throat. His neighbors cursed him and swore at him whenever they caught him entering or exiting his rooms, but Dr. Tarrec would not stop his experiments. In the darkest corners of his basement the doctor (a wholly inappropriate and self applied title) was fermenting several large vats of urine. It was the golden color that first gave him the idea. He would, through experimentation, discover an alchemical process to extract the soft golden metal from his urine. He would achieve the ancient alchemists’ dream, the transmutation of the elements in order to produce gold. Pure gold.
I found this little scrap of my writing on the back of a receipt, tucked away in the back of a desk drawer. Apparently I had an idea, scribbled it down and tucked it away to be forgotten.