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Velm A Short Story

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Velma, her eyes shut tight and watering, felt a hand gently hold her by the waist and guide her through the wooded terrain and her own anxiety. She had never been attacked before, never faced possible death so far from home before. It seriously unnerved her.

But this person who she once saw as a rival, was facing that same fear with her, taking the time to help her, being her friend. Despite the pain in her eyes and the hammering of her heart, Velma trusted where Marcie was taking her, and felt very safe with her.

It wasn't long before Velma could smell water and hear it lap against the shore. She gave a slight smile to herself, as her faith in Marcie was rewarded.

"Okay, V," Marcie said. "We're by the lake."

She took Velma by the hand …show more content…

This went on for a few minutes, until Velma, finally, told her that her eyes were feeling better. She opened them, and the world looked as if she were seeing it through greasy, out-of-focus cellophane.

"Oh! My glasses!" Velma fretted. "I can't see a thing without them!"

"I hear you. I'm lost without mine, too," Marcie said to her, conversationally, while reaching into a back pocket

Velma began to think of where in the forest she had lost her spectacles, when a blurry shadow moved into her view, startling her. She felt something slipping onto her face, and then the world became clearer to her, once more, with the smiling face of Marcie being the first thing she saw.

"My glasses! Marcie, thank you!" Velma cried, giving her a quick hug.

"No problem, V," Marcie said, nervously trying to wave the gratitude away, but failing to fight the pink creeping across her …show more content…

"Don't worry. You'll be back in your old body before long."

"Yeah, I know," Marcie said, absently thinking of home and her laboratory.

With that whim, the forest of her past melted back into the mists of her personal history, and the interior and shapes of a room, her home laboratory, began to resolve.

She looked around at the scuffed and scratched black-topped work table, the dusty blackboard in the rear, the shelving with a myriad bottles of colorful liquids waiting to be mixed into the conventional, and maybe even, the unconventional. Even her cd player sat on its, otherwise unoccupied, lab stool.

Vellum gave the room a critical perusal and tried to hide her disappointment. "You know, you could make yourself a better lab. Just saying."

"I've been trying to do that my whole life," Marcie admitted, ignoring the veiled critique, and still being impressed at the amount of detail pulled from her naked mind to create this environment. "Here goes."

The lab began to fade, transforming into a white, illusory fog of graphical de-resolution flowing out and away from the two. Soon, the fog rose and solidified into a much wider space, adorned with computers dedicated to chemical matters, clean, virginal centrifuges and spectrographic analyzers, all up-to-date, state-of-art, and waiting for Marcie's practiced

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