It

“What is it?”

Wide-eyed, Rob shook his head. “I’m not touching that thing, I have no idea what it is, or what it’ll do to me!”

“What are you talking about?” Louise leaned her head closer to him, almost touching his shoulder, and he leaned as far back as he could. “Just flick it away,” she insisted. She kept moving closer to him as he tried to widen the gap, and push himself as far away from her as possible.

“Stop it, you’re being a bully!”

“Stop your whining, and man up!” Louise grabbed him by the shoulders keeping her head tilted towards him. “Ow! What’s it doing now? It feels like it’s just tugging my hair one strand at a time!”

Rob lifted his head and started taking little peeks into Louise’s hair. “I think it’s trying to cover itself with your hair, like if it was a blanket or something.” He lifted his finger, but you could sense his fear at getting closer to that thing. Faster than a sneeze he pulled his hand away, and sat on it. “That thing has teeth! I’m not touching it!” he squealed.

“Are you kidding me?” Louise tried to free his hands, by now Rob was sitting on both of them, not budging. She slowly lifted her hand to her hair, and moved her finger in the general direction of where she felt the bug. She tucked her index behind her middle finger prepping for a flick. “How big is it, just so I know what to target?” she asked Rob.

“It’s big. Slimy with long hind legs, almost like a cicada, but uglier.” He shrugged. “I don’t know, like 2 inches long?”

She nodded, and brought her hand back to her head, geared and ready for a flick. “Ow!” Her arm flew back like a spring, and she elbowed Rob in the shoulder.

“What happened?” he asked, as he rubbed himself.

“I think it bit me!” She brought her finger up, and held it between their eyes. A red bump had already taken shape, in the middle of the bump the skin was turning green. “What the hell?”

Rob’s face started changing colors. He lifted his hand to cover his mouth, with his other hand he pointed towards Louise’s hair. “I think it’s laying eggs. Oh my god, I’m gonna barf!”

“Eggs?” Rob nodded. “In my hair?” More head nodding. “Like little bug eggs everywhere?” Nod-nod.

Louise raced to the kitchen, and ran back out with a pair of sheers. She handed the scissors to Rob with begging eyes. “Please Rob, please cut the clump of hair out.” She showed him her finger, it was now swollen to double its size. “I don’t care what mess it’ll make of my hair, please just cut all of it off!”

“You’ll owe me big time.” he grabbed the scissors, and carefully inserted the open sheers in her hair, as close to her head as he could get.  With one swift snip, the hair, the bug, the eggs – everything fell to the ground. Rob stamped down on it, then he looked through her hair for more. A few eggs remained, he plucked them away as a monkey would take care of its offsprings. “It’s all gone,” he told her. He lifted his foot from the ground revealing a green slime of bug matter.

Louise looked at her finger again, and the skin was shifting and moving where she’d been bitten.

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S30PBadge (1)This week’s prompts are IT and OVER. I went with IT. I have an utmost fear of bugs, in my opinion this is how any bug-in-the-hair story could unfold. But I’m not being overly dramatic about it, now am I?

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14 thoughts on “It”

  1. ew. i am not a fan of bugs except for spiders. i like them, provided they are small. once they get to big, they are fair game. flies are the worst. and anything that bites me, lays eggs, and all that – break out the weaponry.

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    1. I hate bugs. But I’m so afraid of having a tarnished karma that I never dare to kill them, unless it’s something I find in my bed.

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  2. Considering I need only the merest suggestion of something crawling on me to have me dancing and scratching, this story certainly did make my skin crawl.
    Awesome writing my friend 🙂

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