Word Count: 100
Prompt: #22 - Deadly Sin: Lust
Each October Lucrecia daydreamed of when she would receive that early morning phone call. “Dr. Crescent, you’ve been awarded the Shinra Prize in Physiology or Medicine for developing the principles of introducing specific gene modifications using xenogenetic stem cells.”
Each year she’d listen to the radio on the first Monday of October, waiting to learn whom the press will name. Was it someone she respected? A rival? A former mentor? A colleague? No matter, her stomach always clenched. She needed the prize to become her accomplishment. That would bring her respect for what she knew — for what she could do.