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:
Aren't we all.
LoL! I have to quietly smile at Travis's comment, just to remain ladylike! Great little snip.
LOL that was great! A wonderful take on the prompt.
sounds kinda familiar...
We do borrow from nature.
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