Monday's Fiction in 58

Life Cycle
Her screams were accompanied by frantic gestures.
“Your leg!”
There on his thigh, a dull bug with bulging eyes the size her thumb. A cicada. It’s casing dirty.
“Kill it!”
He plucked it from his thigh, placed it gently on a tree.
“Five years in the dirt and all he’s looking for is to get laid,” he said.

5 comments:

Travis Erwin said...

Aren't we all.

gigidiaz said...

LoL! I have to quietly smile at Travis's comment, just to remain ladylike! Great little snip.

Jane Doe said...

LOL that was great! A wonderful take on the prompt.

Rachael Cassidy said...

sounds kinda familiar...

ThomG said...

We do borrow from nature.