It’s Monday and I’m very late for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We like to tell stories of 100 words. This week’s photo prompt is from Douglas M. MacIlroy. Here is my story, a little late and a little lame.
Alice backed herself to the farthest corner of the bed. She curled herself into a tight ball, covering her face with her arms. She choked back a sob.
They were crawling out of the hole and across the mattress in droves. She felt their furry little paws scurrying up her feet, some working their way into her pajama legs.
Screaming, she jumped out and ran to the shower, turning on the tap to full hot. They fell like flies from her. She leaned against the wall, weak with relief. Her eyes fell on the drain. It was teeming with crawling bugs.
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Dear Lily,
Now that was both creepy and crawly!
Shalom,
Rochelle
Worst nightmare. You nailed it.
Thanks! I’m cleaning up dog hair. That’s another nightmare. 🙂
Lily, What a frightening place to be in.
It’s enough to drive a person crazy. Where is an exterminator when you need one? Well-written story and very realistic. — Suzanne
Thanks so much, Susan! Merry Christmas.
Lily
This reminded me of a scene from the movie Craft. I will say I woke up to ants in my shower this morning so that was a little gross. Can’t get rid of them even after calling a exterminator!! Anyways, I enjoyed your post