"Oh my!," exclaimed Viktor, clapping his hands with the giddiness and unrestrained delight of a Japanese school girl biting into her first Parisian macaron.
In the entrance to the Laboratory sat our newest arrival: a giant, cardboard box.
Not too many minutes previous to this, the studious peace of the …
A towel was taped to the windshield to cut the blinding glare of the unseasonably hot January sun. Viktor sat in the shade of the towel and ran data sets on his computer. The experiment was at a critical phase. I chewed my lip nervously as I pondered my dilemma--what …
It started slowly, as the most horrific incidents in life so often do.
My mind would not accept what my eyes were seeing, but before this cognitive dilemma could be resolved, events snowballed into chaos.
Einida threw her body against the glass freezer door in an heroic attempt to check …
"Oh, I do so love soup," Einida exclaimed. "But how difficult it is to find one that is delicious, nutritious, and also filling."
What was it, I asked myself, that made my Lab Partner such an advocate for soup? Which of its qualities did she most highly prize?--the taste …