It was no use remaining inside. Mona could already feel a slight pain in her back from the awkward angle. It was a strange thing to consider, but perhaps in the future she'd do something about the adjustable height of the chair, so she could comfortably rest her feet on the table without cramping. Planning around procrastination was perhaps not the best way to spend her time– in fact she was pretty sure it counted as procrastination– but she'd take it over mulling on in her creative slump.
So she swung her feet down from the counter and took a walk around her laboratory, trying to decide if there was anything small– a detail she could tweak or something– that needed change. She paused in the middle, sighing.
The laboratory was big, and bore clear signs of its previous use. Mona had spend an agonising month cleaning the place, and didn't even want to think about how much money she'd spent on decent lighting. The barn was separated into three, two rooms on the ground floor and one on the first floor. She used the second ground floor room for storage. The upper floor was prepared for, but not yet in, use. In what you might call the main room, her office set-up was simple, awkwardly placed not-quite-in the corner of the space, giving way to a large collection of counters and desks that didn't match and wasn't meant to. They had been acquired at multiple sales and backwater yard sales where prices could be negotiated or intimidated down.
In the far end stood what her acolytes creatively called 'The Slabs'– metal beds on thin legs with lockable wheels. The latter part was her personal favourite. Three of the slabs were covered by white sheets, an unmistakeable human outline protruding from underneath. Mona ran a hand over the feet of one, feeling the blood of the body rush beneath her fingers, but in the end there was nothing more she could do. She turned the lights off and walked outside, taking a deep breath as she paused on the grass between the barn and the farmhouse. Not far away she could see the tree line stretching past. It seemed generally a terrible place for her operations.
Still, she remained standing for a while, wondering fleetingly if she was fated to remain in an intellectual limbo for the rest of her life, or if something, soon, would happen...
So she swung her feet down from the counter and took a walk around her laboratory, trying to decide if there was anything small– a detail she could tweak or something– that needed change. She paused in the middle, sighing.
The laboratory was big, and bore clear signs of its previous use. Mona had spend an agonising month cleaning the place, and didn't even want to think about how much money she'd spent on decent lighting. The barn was separated into three, two rooms on the ground floor and one on the first floor. She used the second ground floor room for storage. The upper floor was prepared for, but not yet in, use. In what you might call the main room, her office set-up was simple, awkwardly placed not-quite-in the corner of the space, giving way to a large collection of counters and desks that didn't match and wasn't meant to. They had been acquired at multiple sales and backwater yard sales where prices could be negotiated or intimidated down.
In the far end stood what her acolytes creatively called 'The Slabs'– metal beds on thin legs with lockable wheels. The latter part was her personal favourite. Three of the slabs were covered by white sheets, an unmistakeable human outline protruding from underneath. Mona ran a hand over the feet of one, feeling the blood of the body rush beneath her fingers, but in the end there was nothing more she could do. She turned the lights off and walked outside, taking a deep breath as she paused on the grass between the barn and the farmhouse. Not far away she could see the tree line stretching past. It seemed generally a terrible place for her operations.
Still, she remained standing for a while, wondering fleetingly if she was fated to remain in an intellectual limbo for the rest of her life, or if something, soon, would happen...