A Soft Caress
The scream when it came, was a terrible sound. It quickened the heart, curdled the blood and caused a lump to form in one’s throat. Vivid images of small limbs ripped from certain body parts and blood splattered walls, lined my jumbled thoughts as I hurriedly climbed the steps, two at a time.
There he stood, a picture of absolute terror, as though what he had seen could never be unseen. Shaking uncontrollably, the boy trembled with such ferocity; it was as though the whole room shook in sympathy of his fright. “What?! What is it?!” I screamed as dread gripped my heart; the pounding of it becoming louder with each passing second.
“It…it came out of nowhere”, screeched the boy. “What came out of nowhere?!” I yelled back, visions of an escaped lunatic waiting to suddenly jump out from his hiding place and bludgeon us both to death. And that’s when I saw it. The winged beast. Like a kamikaze pilot on a suicide mission, the wretched creature maneuvered a path towards us, causing us both to scream. Dropping to the floor before it’s immense wings could clip the tops of our heads, we sought to crawl our way to the safety of the hallway; but soon found our way blocked by the hellish Daemon. We were trapped, held hostage in the confines of the boy’s bedroom.
“It…it touched me. Earlier on, it landed on my arm…well I say touched, but it was more of a soft caress.”
“You know, I’m pretty sure this isn’t normal behaviour for a housefly.”
“I know! I sort of felt violated at first, but it was such an intimate gesture; that it made me feel almost cherished.”
“Not the bloody fly you ball of pus, US! I’m pretty sure that what we’re doing isn’t normal behaviour.”
“But it almost bit my face off!!”
“For the love of Morgan Freeman Spawn, look at it! You’d need a magnifying glass to see that thing. I hardly think it’s going to bite your face off.”
“Says the woman who swore the spider in her room last week, was trying to kill her.”
“I swear to the love god that is Channing Tatum, that that hairy mofo had a shank! It even threatened that it was gonna cut my pretty face!”
“Now I know that’s a lie.”
“Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating and it didn’t have the power of speech.”
“No, I meant the part about you having a pretty face.”
“You little bag of sh…”
Next time on The Incoherent Ramblings Of A Moose, the fly tells his side of this sorry tale.