Immelda Vanderbilt, wealthy financier, walked in the field beside Dr. Egambe. “I knew physicists would produce a better, more successful weight loss program!” she enthused.
“Yes,” said Egambe, “But with our success comes new problems.”
“Of course! We need to find a manufacturer, publicity corps, FDA approval…”
“Ah, that’s not what I meant.”
“Eh? Where is Dr. Horowitz? And why aren’t we in his lab?”
Without a word, Egambe handed her a pair of binoculars and pointed into the sky.
“Yes, ma’am. Hopefully we can get him back before he gets lost in the cloud layer.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/03/01/3-march-2017/