which have led to my death. Though the scene will seem so similar to my elder brother's death, I would not wish you to think I had taken my own life in the manner in which Edmund took his.
When Dr V came to see me some weeks ago, he brought with him the bottle of strychnine that now sits empty upon my desk. He was in high spirits, because his latest alchemical experiment had been a success, and brought the strychnine in order to demonstrate the efficacy of his elixir.
In truth, his very presence could be considered proof, since he had been dead earlier that morning, but, as I had not witnessed his revival, he wished me to see the results first hand. At his request, I summoned the chambermaid, while he prepared a syringe of strychnine. I thought he would ask her to procure a hen or some such thing for use in his demonstration however, when she arrived, Dr V-- plunged the syringe into her arm with no warning.
I leapt from my chair, but before I could do more than cross the room, the strychnine
An old fashioned short story about a man whose doctor friend has discovered a serum that brings the dead to life, even after a violent death. Oh, there's a hitch.
Good enough plotting and character development, nice ironic ending.
A Good short story. It follows the typical grammars for Short Stories. Started very near to the end, only one event, half-ending end...
Congrats Kowal ...!