When Cindy wouldn't go out with me, I got some of her DNA. It wasn't difficult.
Now I have my own Cindy. I can do things to her that if I did to the real Cindy they would lock me up and throw away the key.
She's mine because I made her.The church says she doesn't have a soul.The law says that she's not a person.
I unlock the door to her room. Cindy whimpers. I don't think she'll last much longer. That's OK. I have more Cindys growing in their jars.
It's good to be a god.
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Drabbles Written by Eric Marsh
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