Close Inspection
His fingers moved over the “puppy’s” features, pausing now and then with a faint frown. Each deliberate touch sent my anxiety climbing, my chest tightening until even breathing felt like a struggle. “It’s definitely… different,” he said at last, his voice calm but offering no reassurance. The weight of his words only deepened my unease. Whatever this little creature was, it was far from ordinary, making me long for a time when life felt simple and unclouded.
Close Inspection
A Puzzling Pause
Dr. Thompson hesitated, his fingers hovering near the creature’s tail as his eyes narrowed in concentrated thought. A tense mix of curiosity and dread coiled within me, tightening every nerve. “What is it?” I finally managed to ask, breaking the heavy silence. The air seemed charged, as though we were on the edge of some monumental discovery—one I both yearned for and feared. Whatever he saw, something I couldn’t yet grasp, was clearly churning within him. And in that moment, I wasn’t sure I was ready for the truth.
A Puzzling Pause
