Ficlets

The Wonderball’s blue exterior shimmered. The effect was three dimensional, even while staring at its hard surface. Just the effect he wanted.

The man in the long white coat and thick rubber gloves smiled. It was a disturbing smile. A smile from a face nearly frozen in a scowl.

He reached down and poured the red soupy liquid into the Wonderball. The man sat the crimson stained tube down, stepping back, admiring his work. No smile this time.

The Wonderball was capped with a mild pop. The gloved hand cradled it. He shook it, at first gingerly, then with as much gusto as his atrophied arms could. Then asked a question.

The crimson liquid bubbled with anger, fear, and confusion. The destruction! Then the cold, purchased on the remains of his home. It slept, dreamed and grew quite mad.

The man in the long white coat stood next to the woman in the smartly tailored suit. In front of them, the Wonderball, packaged and realized 1,000 times over. The cameras flashed. This will change the World the man thought.