Homer
Charlotte and I hit a major snag in our mutual quest to figure out how to bring our brother William back to life.
“I’ve researched every place I can think of to discover more about Life Fruit,” Charlotte said for like the thousandth time. She’d used most of her contacts in the scientific community to discover if anyone could locate the elusive fruit and give us a seedling or a plant.
“We wouldn’t be able to grow it now anyway,” William said, shrugging. “It’s winter, and everything you’ve discovered said that this plant only grows in the ground during its season and cannot be grown in a hot house situation.”
“I really thought we’d have found something by now,” I sighed. I was extremely disappointed in our lack of progress.
“Well at least we have quite a few specimens of Death Fish,” Charlotte acknowledged. We had met at the cemetery to get samples of the water to see if we could discover anything else about why the Death Fish could only be found in grave yards.
The three of us had started to meet regularly to discuss our progress, no matter how minimal. I couldn’t help but wish we’d talked about William’s predicament sooner. I figure we’d be farther along.