Our Hideous Progeny

by C.E. McGill

Henry and I had talked before, in that distant way of ideas that are so outlandish they may as well be dreams, of setting up our very own Geological Islands. An array of living, breathing fossils, each with its own enclosure, a zoo of the prehistoric. I had imagined an audience ooh-ing and aahing, children clapping in glee as the Creature fetched batons from the lake,

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