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From Stagnant Water |
| Written by Jason Haugh | |
| Sunday, 24 August 2008 | |
The rain had finally stopped. After two days of incessant down pour it was safe to go outside. Grabbing a cigarette and a lighter I broke free from the confines of my home slamming the door in recognition of the fact.
The first thought that crossed my mind was "damn it's moist out here." The humidity was deadly. It felt like I had stepped into a raging hot cloud and couldn't escape. Hoping to find some peace within the wind I decided to take a walk down the street. After being outside for a single minute my pores had opened up like a dam releasing ample amounts of sweat. Striding down the pavement I lifted the cigarette to my lips noting how the paper clung to the tobacco. Not giving it any thought I lit up and continued on.
As I sucked down on my vice a quick stinging sensation occurred on my left forearm. Jerking my head over I saw that a mosquito had penetrated my precious skin. And he was feeding. Not one to tolerate free loaders I sent my right hand down on it as punishment. No sooner had I lifted it up than another one was attached to my right calf. Repeating the same disciplinary procedure I ended his days with impatient aggravation. Before I was even finished two more were on me.
The frightening knowledge that I was a walking feedbag presented itself to my brain who instantly acknowledged it as truth. "I've got to get back home," I thought urgently tossing my cigarette onto the street. Turning around I quickened my pace swatting at the vile bloodsuckers as they landed.
Soon enough an entire platoon had engaged me swooping in for quick aggressive attacks. My skin had become drenched with sweat creating an adhesive similar to fly paper. There was no escape once they touched it. The only option for them left was their initial prerogative which was to violate me without mercy. My hands slapped every part of my body in a quick fury. I was like a giant bongo drum being played ferociously and without a beat.
In no time whatsoever I was covered in mosquito gore. I resembled a freckled child whose freckles were black and mutilated. The humidity only helped my sweat spread their filthy corpses throughout my canvas. My patience was completely drained as I broke out into a sprint screaming at the top of my lungs, "Get away from me!"
I spotted a small child stepping out of his house and yelled, "Go back inside! They're here! They're here and they're stealing my blood!!!" The young boy let out a single scream and bolted back inside his house.
Streaming down the road in a blur of quick hand movements and horrified facial expressions I finally landed back on my rented property. Jumping up onto my porch I threw the door open and lunged inside. Swatting the last survivors viscously I jumped into the shower disregarding the fact that I was still fully dressed. Cranking the nozzle and shooting the faucet handle up I began laughing as the water washed away the battle field encompassing my body. Just then my roommate Dan called through the door.
"Hey Jason I'm going to the store do you need anything?"
"Nnnnnooooooooooooo!!!!!!" I screamed attempting to jump out of the shower.
"Okay," he said nonchalantly walking away.
As I attempted to go and warn my friend the shower curtain became entangled around my legs. "Nnnnnoooooooo!!!!!" I screamed again as I crashed to the floor crushing my radial bone in my right elbow. I heard the front door shut along with any hope of saving my friend. "They're gonna get you." I said to the empty room. "They're hungry today." Copyright 2008 Jason Haugh |
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