Monday's Fiction in 58
Life Cycle
Her screams were accompanied by frantic gestures.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPipS4e7ot9t2KH3__jFfV6ediEqaR0FS8wj4y4_PyyTlvF0wtVBx6xeerJ16vS5SvFz5Kl7aAgQGZQWbCxbLmOCWxOdBjgIe4lUHyAuYVTrjuj0QM3TuiBXcCTPWVYapllbing/s200/images.jpg)
“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.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPipS4e7ot9t2KH3__jFfV6ediEqaR0FS8wj4y4_PyyTlvF0wtVBx6xeerJ16vS5SvFz5Kl7aAgQGZQWbCxbLmOCWxOdBjgIe4lUHyAuYVTrjuj0QM3TuiBXcCTPWVYapllbing/s200/images.jpg)
“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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