Mosquito

Mosquito

Status: Finished

Genre: Flash Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Flash Fiction

Summary

Think we've all been there...

Summary

Think we've all been there...

Content

Submitted: July 07, 2016

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Content

Submitted: July 07, 2016

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Like John Donne’s fucking flea. He feasted on me, then feasted on thee.

But unlike some complicated metaphysical concept to get you to fuck me we are joined instead trying to kill the blood sucking bastard.

My shoulder’s swollen already. I’d spent ages preparing for this evening. Scrubs. Moisturisers. A fake tan. Just to look my best for our dirty weekend. Red and itchy now. The bloody thing hums past your ear and you swat at it blindly with a pillow.

I’m desperately trying not to itch. Then I see the mozzie on the lamp and try to sneak up. Catch it unaware, so we can get back to our sex filled evening. But it senses me near and flies to safety. Comes to rest atop the Travelodge curtains.

I give in, the temptation too great, snap a purple polished nail scratching the rising welts down my arm. Meanwhile, you stand on our tousled sheets swiping madly at the curtains. Naked. And quite detumescent. Our heartbeats race though, as if we’re joined in frenzied coupling instead of this frustrating desire to destroy a little fly.


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