“It seemed a good idea at the time?” Even as Roberta said it, she knew that it wasn’t true.
Raymond threw up his arms in frustration. “Raising the dead ‘seemed like a good idea at the time?'”
The old orange lightbulb flickered, casting shadows over the ruined basement laboratory. It was the only one still working. The rest had burnt out when the power had surged through them. The place looked as if a herd of elephants had charged through it.
“It’s the scientific breakthrough of the century!” Roberta said. “I have become the Master of Death itself!”
She began to cackle. Raymond made no comment. It was best just to let her go when she got like this, which was rather more often than he’d have preferred.
When at last she’d stopped cackling, Raymond took a deep breath and asked, “So, how are we going to find Pegasus?”
“He’s a zombie horse,” Roberta replied. “It shouldn’t be that hard.”
Grabbing a canvas bag of scientific equipment, she flashed him a smile. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
Though he’d never admit it, part of Raymond thought that it probably would be. Roberta’s mad science didn’t usually work as planned, but it was certainly exciting.
Word Count: 196
This is my first response to a “Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner” prompt. It’s only in its second week, but seems to be a really great challenge. I’m definitely looking forward to participating more in future.