This sort of follows on from yesterday's thread of horror. Maybe all horror stems from 'control'.
Titration of the Spirit
Stephanie was the perfect wife. When she knew she was dying, she insisted I clone her. We couldn’t bear to lose each other, you see.
Stephany was genetically modified, heightened intellect and flawless complexion. Stephanie had approved the changes. She was both beautiful and loving.
Steph-Anne had all the positive attributes of both. Mentally astute and physically stronger but somehow, less affectionate.
Stefann was a divine creature who accepted me as a companion but seemed somewhat distant.
Stef was intellectual but cold and aloof, and little resembled my wife.
How far can you dilute a soul, before it disappears entirely?
Copyright: © 2008 Oonah V Joslin
