This is December's offering to Gobblers/Masticadores, a strange story inspired by an infection called Wolbachia which is found amongst anthropods and isopods. When infected, male woodlice can turn into female woodlice who then only produce female offspring. The world is a weirdly wonderful place!
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Torrent
by Rae Cod The icy deluge continued to pour, stinging his face and plastering his shirt and jeans to a body which a few days ago had felt strong, but… Torrent
Shield Bug
I'm Palomena PrasinaOf the order HeteropteraI might look a little toughdon't let the exterior scare 'yaI'm a knight in shining armourA truer bug you'll never findPurpose woven in the fabricOf a pattern well designedI'm a family bug; my sigil:Protector of the landSome might call me stinkybut they don't understandI'm the bottom of the pyramidThe stone … Continue reading Shield Bug
Kangaroo & Joey
Kangaroo hopped through the scrub when a desperate sound reached her ears Echoes of loss and hopelessness so sad her eyes pricked with tears She followed the sound of anguish to a baby kangaroo Hunched over the form of a mother, now gone One heart split into two Kangaroo knew by the musk on the … Continue reading Kangaroo & Joey
Break the Spell
The vibes are flowing gently Gong beats sing sweet in the air The colour of pure abounds Hope hangs in silent prayer Hands join in expectation Bodies ache to let go of the fight Surely this must bring salvation An end to the long dark night Fingers grasp beneath the surface Scrabbling for something to … Continue reading Break the Spell
Bust
It’s time for this month’s short story offering. I wrote this one a while ago for a short story competition (it didn’t win) and posted it on the blog last year. The brief was to write a story set at a bus stop with Bus in the title, I wonder if my title was bending … Continue reading Bust
The Bat and the Bee
The bat felt a malaise buildingFlew from her nest though the sun was still brightSeeking the nectar of the sweetest flowerTo quench her thirst and restore her might As she slumped on a rock by the meadow A bee bobbed by on the summer breezeIntrigued by this creature of night Able to sense her dis-easeCan … Continue reading The Bat and the Bee
Out with the bath water
A difference of opinion in this month’s short story offering to Gobblers/Masticadores. Sometimes it’s all a matter of perspective, don’t you think? Thank you as always to Manuela for publishing.
by Rae Cod
‘What do you mean you lost the baby?’ asked Alicia, her wide eyes begging Charmaine to get to the punchline.
‘I popped it down right there,’ shrugged Charmaine, pointing at a spot on an oversized sofa, ‘while I ordered a smoothie, by the time I’d turned around it was gone.’ She took a slurp of her drink and eyed Alicia warily.
‘Well, it’s not like it could’ve wandered off on its own, is it?!’ cried Alicia.
Charmaine suddenly found something interesting on the toe of her shoe.
‘Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…we lost a baby, we are in SO MUCH TROUBLE!’
Charmaine patted Alicia’s shoulder consolingly.
‘It’ll turn up, probably just some idiot’s idea of a prank. Smoothie?’ she proffered the cardboard cup towards Alicia but lowered it gingerly as Alicia’s carefully manicured eyebrows hit her hairline.
‘How can you be so calm about this, Charmaine?’ she asked, wringing her hands…
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The Rag Man
Tell me no secrets I’ll tell you no lies Show me yours and I’ll show you mine Spill the beans and I’ll lap them up Pour out your heart ‘til it fills my cup I’m a collector, a hoarder, a connoisseur Sympathiser, confidant, friend - if you prefer I’ll be whatever you need to satisfy … Continue reading The Rag Man
Boredom
Boredom is a state that often feels confused Too often the solution is found in more to do Yet the boredom it persists Expanding to unrest A tower piled with more Yet still we cannot rest For the cavity inside is filled with less than went before less toil less grind less drudgery Perhaps there … Continue reading Boredom
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