Make Room 4 Joy: Tit 4 Tater

Word Count: 165

Cumulative: 821

Joy spent the morning shopping online for osteoclasts. Although a longshot, the release of large amounts of human precursor cells on sound asleep skeletons just might trigger resorption on a massive scale and, without the possibility of producing new bone, accelerate their decay. She put 50 million in her cart.

For years, Joy had watched with dismay as one local farm after another gave way to a residential subdivision or an office park. To avaricious developers nothing seemed sacred, not even cemeteries inconveniently consecrated on suddenly commercially desirable property. Urban encroachment on their rural community impacted potato farmer and skeleton in equal measure, and they now found themselves competing against each other for control of their destinies and the same plots of land.

Recent events at Arbor Ring Farm and rumors of a secret convening of infectious potato diseases called their relatively peaceful co-existence into question. If the tensions bubbling beneath the surface were about to erupt in biological warfare, Joy wanted to be prepared.