Missing Parts by Jemma Weir
The bucket of body parts sat on the edge of my desk. Some of the dark fluid had dribbled down one side after it had been brought in. I resisted the urge to clean it. There was no point yet. I turned away, looking over the factory. The glass window covered most of the wall, giving me a clear view of the line below, finally running smoothly again. A small win, considering. “It really wasn’t