A Flash Fiction Story

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Oppressive, prickly pain. It began a few days ago and I’m literally 

going out of my mind. I’d taken the dogs for a romp in the woods, 

and figured I’d trespassed into a toxic bush or plant of some sort.

            

At first my flesh tingled like a million skittering spiders were 

beneath the surface, I started to scratch. And scratch, and scratch. 

My incessant fingernail abrasions produced scores of welts. I 

looked like a victim of abuse, and felt like one.

Since I looked like a bloated red leper, I’d called in sick to 

work the past two days. Slathering anti-itch lotions and soaking in 

the tub only irritated the condition. When I witnessed the 

proliferating mounds that erupted over my body like a severe case 

of chicken pox, I made a doctor’s appointment for that afternoon.

            

Suddenly, the obnoxious sting became unbearable. Trembling 

uncontrollably, my ballooning body felt like it was going to explode. 

A quivering lunatic, I clutched my cell phone and keyed in 

911. I then saw a microscopic gap open on my arm, and out 

crawled what looked like a bug, a bug with wings. Swatting at the 

bug, my stomach lurched, I ran into the bathroom.

            

A scream lodged in my throat as the intense pain shattered my 

brain. Hunched over the commode, an army of arcane insects 

ripped my skin apart and flit about the tiny room. The ubiquitous 

throb somewhat subsided and my flesh resembled a pin-pricked 

cushion of bloody holes.

            

At the moment, I dragged in a choppy, whimpering breath, and  

heard ominous buzzing. The walls were no longer peachy 

colored, they were black and undulated. 

Vibrating the room like an immense beehive were swarms of bizarre

winged insects. Horrified, I watched them devour one another, 

expanding in size and appeared like ravenous cannibals. 

            

Run— I thought instantly, run. I jerked, ready to bolt out the door 

when the buzzing melted to a low hum. Looping my eyes around 

the room, the insects seemed to notice my presence. I froze.

            

The last thing I remember, the bombardment of whirring 

winged insects. And my screams.