Imago

      Here is the second challenge for the Writers Platform-Builder Campaign. You can check out

Rachael's  site and find out more about it.

     Anyway, here is my bit of micro fiction called: Imago

Kevin moved through the swamp. A stinking miasma prevented him from getting his bearings. This isn’t what had come to mind when he decided to save the world. He was a research scientist, not an adventurer. Instead of trying to overdose a monster-sized mosquito with Opium-Oscitate he should be home preening in front of a mirror for his Saturday night date.

           Something buzzed behind him.

Kevin spun around. He thought he saw a swirling of the mist.

            As spooky as this was it seemed safer than facing the small army of slaves back in town. Who’d have thought that a bug could spread a disease which would create a synchronicity among humans to defend the monster?  

            No one. But he should have.

            Movement registered out of the corner of Kevin’s eye. He turned and took aim. The dart gun accidentally discharged.      

            Kevin fumbled with the reloads in his pouch. 

            A sonorous droning filled his ears followed by a stabbing pain at the base of his neck. That would the immature larvae being inserted into the lacuna.

             As the pain subsided so did his fear. Why had he dreaded this? Now he would be part of a like-minded community. How wonderful.