It's that time again! And for this year's submission, I am throwing convention out the window and writing about something icky not pretty... something, that to this day taps me on the shoulder with PTSD (Alaskan Childhood- never screens on windows).
Why you ask? Why would I write about something so tense for children?
Because it's true, they still exist and by writing about it, reading it, we can accept and maybe even laugh about the universal SHIVER we all have at the sound…eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeee…
Yes, I wrote a story about mosquitoes. It's a very spring thing if you ask me. Note female mosquitoes' "hum" is louder and more high-pitched than the male, hence, the "her" in the piece.
So, here it is, all 144-words. I hope you "enjoy" my reposting of- Mosquito’s Spring Serenade-(GIF) in the previous post.
Good Luck to all entries. And "Hello Spring!"
Mosquito’s
Spring Serenade
Undercovers,
windows open,
awake,
not sleeping,
I wish to dream.
Body tired,
Eyelids drooping,
I long for peaceful sleep,
while fresh aromas,
in spring air magic,
waft the sheets above my feet.
I dare not rest.
I dare not nod.
I dare not move an inch.
A thunderstorm,
Thump-Thump,
Thump-Thump
of heartbeats…distract and
strain my ears.
With breath withheld, hands
tense and ready, I listen…
She’s here, in my room,
…eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeee…
near my bed,
…EEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeee…
flying circles above my head…
…EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeee…
Close,
…EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee…
And closer,
…EEEEEEEEE…EEEeeeee…eeeEEEEEE…
Hungry,
Eeeeeeeee…EEEEEEEEE…EEEeeeee…
Her serenade,
overwhelming,
until—All QUIET—RUSTLE—SLAP!
I missed.
She flies away,
Eeeeeeeeeeeeee…EeeeeEEEeeeee… EeeeeEEEeeeee…
And the night ticks on
S—L—O—W—L—Y as I slip restlessly, into sleep.
And the hungry monster,
takes…
…Eeeeeeeeeeeeee…EeeeeEEEeeeee… EeeeeEEEeeeee…
…Her…
…EeeeeEEEeeeee…
…Time.
Awake from dreaming,
Morning rested,
Fresh and warm and cozy,
I stretch, then…
Scratch…
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