She sighed. The world had changed forever. One couldn’t not think of pain in the chest, or frequent headaches, or loose stools these days without letting one’s mind run riot.
She sighed. Cancer was now as common as the cold. And god knows there are enough variations to last the entire human race. Her turn would have to come. Some day before she died. Or just so she could die.
‘But you are working on finding a cure, are you not’, her family insisted. Forcing her to launch into an oft-repeated lecture on how the beast was smarter than man’s collective arsenal against it. She was tempted to add that it was man’s arrogance in his powers to control that lured the beast even more but they didn’t need to think she was loonier than she had led them to believe.
Because really, who relates to personification anymore?