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.
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