CaughtThey were surrounded by blood cells, and feared being recognized. Afterall, all cells, especially blood cells, had been told how they looked. Even those who were not WBCs now looked out for them, hoping to win the prize that had been announced.
On a regular basis, Bicepa saw old blood cells, reading the newspaper with utmost interest. On the front page were two pictures. One was Bicepa’s, at her graduation ceremony. The other had been clicked when Briana had become head of logical thinking. The headline read ‘Reward Announced for Finding the Missing Cells’.
With the entire empire waiting for them to be caught and punished, they weren’t very hopeful.
They sat nervously in the train; their fingers crossed. Every tiny sound, the rustle of the wind or the occasional tapping of feet, s
