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.
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.
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