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Just One Taste

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Introduction: Sometimes one taste is not enough. Then we can’t stop.

Just One Taste

I opened my eyes to beaded curtains and scanned the premises. I was in my apartment in San Francisco feeling alone and somewhat lost. Was this a dream?

“Ouch!” I pinched myself and it hurt. I needed some fresh air and decided to head outside to see what was going on.

I took the ancient elevator cage from the 4th floor down to the lobby. It was deathly quiet in the hallway and I saw no one. Opening the security gate to exit the building I was stunned at what I saw.

The sidewalks were gone and the streets flooded with water. The buildings were there but the city now looked like the Venice canals. Not that I’d ever seen them before except in pictures.

Everything was deathly quiet and this city is never silent. Confused birds were circling in the sky complaining loudly the only sounds and signs of life. I too felt like crying.

“We are coming for you! Get ready to get in the boat!” My head snapped towards the abrupt words as if a balloon on a string. Then I saw the vessel. It was some kind of a boat, actually more like a huge floating platform with a colorful tent-like city on the deck.

I tried to remain calm as I stood on my steps waiting. Glancing around nervously, I saw no one else the city looked deserted. My head was full of doubt while my senses continued to flounder.

The sun burst through the clouds as the boat bumped up against my bottom step. As if to try and confirm to me that I was not dreaming a large man stepped forward offering his hand, “Hurry up and get on!”

I looked behind him hesitating because the boat was already incredibly full and not one more person could possibly fit.

“Is there enough room for me?” I managed to stutter. “Surely another boat will come along?”

“No one else is coming! They flooded the city to group us together this is all that’s left.” He sounded very sure of that fact as he picked me up like an overstuffed chair putting me onboard.

I was now standing on the deck along for the ride good or bad with more questions. I couldn’t believe it, once on the boat, it was huge! More like a city than a boat with people everywhere, doing everything.

I walked into a circus-like tent my eyes still adjusting to the light when I heard someone scream, “We’re being attacked!”

I looked around trying to ascertain WHO was doing the attacking, WHO was getting attacked and WHO I was with now when I felt someone pulling my sleeve.

I looked down to see a very large blue insect. It seemed to be trying to get me to look at a box on a table. The insect was 4 feet tall with compound eyes and tiny wings.

“Just one taste,” it said pointing the bottom half of its segmented body straight up into the air. It rubbed its back feet together making a loud very annoying sound and I saw something spray into the air.

“Just one taste.” And just as quickly as it appeared it was gone leaving the box behind on the table.

Confused as I was about everything looking at the box made me feel so amazing! I was relaxed and no longer cared about the bug, today or how I got here. It was beautifully colored giving off a sort of warm glow and I swore it was breathing. I just knew it wanted me to open it!

I slowly touched it feeling faint and nauseous for a second or two just like mainlining a drug. I didn’t care about anything but opening that fascinating box. I hesitated for a moment thoughts rushing through my addled brain.

How did I get to this point and was this a dream or had I finally lost all reason? I didn’t know at the moment I just really wanted to open that fabulous box.

There was a large colorful button on the box that glowed with bright colors every time it pulsated. As soon as I pushed it I knew I had done the right thing! I felt a current run through my finger into my body…

It was still happening when I heard someone scream, “We’re being attacked!”

Not again! Just then, the feeling intensified in my body and I heard that awful sound, that annoying insect sound startup as the box groaned softly popping open.

A brilliant light came from the inside of the box and then tiny blue bugs poured out of it. They looked like the insect I saw earlier and as they escaped the box they quickly grew to the same size.

The drugged feeling was quickly wearing off suddenly there were people rushing everywhere. It was almost comical seeing the 4-foot tall blue bugs chase and run them down.

“What did you do to us?” A nearby woman screamed as a bug brought her down right in front of me.

They couldn’t fly with those tiny wings but they could scramble in any direction with 8 legs. It held her down extending a sharp beak to puncture the skull with getting at the brain inside. The blood poured out of her mouth as she finally stopped struggling.

I looked back at the table now holding a large hatched egg-like thing. I couldn’t believe what I had done! These people stopped to pick me up and I betrayed them. The effect of the insect wore off and I was horrified!

Bugs were everywhere trapping people and eating their brains leaving the rest of the body behind like so much waste. Everywhere I turned people were dead and dying that awful insect sound in the air amongst the screaming and gore.

I felt my sleeve being pulled again and turned to face the same blue bug I saw just minutes earlier. I didn’t know this as a fact I just had a feeling it was the same very large blue insect. It almost looked as if it were smug and smiling.

“This is just a dream you know. You can’t hurt me I’ll just wake up.” I had no idea if this was true and it sounded weak even to me as I said it.

It quickly grabbed and trapped me with its legs as I saw myself held there, reflected hundreds of times in its compound eyes.

“Just one taste!” Not even a thank you as it cracked my skull painfully ripping into my brain.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Artwork by kyttenjanae (screen name) a wonderful GIF file animator I like. You can find her work easily online.

Many times I have dreams that end up in my stories. In this case, the dream is most of the story. I had a hard time deciding how to end it because as we all know, most dreams are mere segments and leave us hanging.

This was a quick write I hope you like it I realize it’s a strange one. I like to get comments good or bad it helps.

I have noticed all the new followers. Welcome! I write a lot so only have time between bike rides to decide what to write for the week. Right now, I’m not doing poetry so much as writing fiction so there will be more coming soon. You inspire me!

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The Changeling

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Introduction: Just when you think you know someone they go and change on you.

Her whole arm was throbbing painfully. Wincing, she pulled up the sleeve of her light sweater and it certainly looked worse than it had this morning. Shaking her head in irritation she abruptly stood up from the table spilling coffee from her overfilled mug. She watched as a dark brown ring soaked into the freshly laundered tablecloth.

“Making a mess in my kitchen again Lisa?” cried her sister as she swept into the room clearing the mess on the table.

“Oh, well no, I got scratched by that cat next door when I chased it out of our yard and now I think it’s getting infected,” she said as she picked at the wound. “That old bitty next door told me her cat had its shots but I don’t believe the ugly old witch!”

“How can you know anything about her? She just moved in and seems nice enough,” Cindi said as she dabbed at the offending ring.

Lisa half-heartedly listened to her sister as she stared out of the window. She was compelled to look. There was a bird outside and she found it fascinating! She watched it take off and blurted out, “It’s getting away!”

Cindi turned to look at her sister with surprise, “What did you just say?”

Lisa was standing at the window at rapt attention. Cindi frowned, something was going on with her sister and she was going to find out what. Before she could ask any more questions Lisa ran to the back door muttering to herself with excitement and left the kitchen leaving the door wide open.

Cindi ran after her calling out, “Lisa Marie this isn’t funny you better stop it now! What’s got into you today?”

She didn’t know what was wrong with her sister but she knew Lisa wasn’t in her right mind because Lisa didn’t like to get dirty nor did she like nature much. Her tastes ran to men and more men, and expensive shoes.

Lisa’s arm wasn’t hurting anymore and she felt stronger than she ever had before. What was this incredible feeling? She looked down and noticed she had kicked off her shoes and lost them. She should be worried about those shoes they had cost a lot.

She ran after the bird for a block but it doubled back and landed in a tree in her next door neighbors yard. She had to catch that bird and moved slowly towards the tree.

Cindi pulled up short when she caught sight of her sister in the neighbor’s backyard on her hands and knees. “What’s wrong with you Lisa, you’re scaring me! You need to get out of that yard and come home. ”

When she was closer she stopped in her tracks shocked at what she saw, “Why, Lisa just look at yourself!”

Lisa wondered just who this strange lady was and what she wanted from her. She heard a twig snap and turned her head back to the tree just as the bird chirped and took off. She lowered her tail and before she turned to face the lady blackness enveloped her.

“Making a mess in my kitchen again Lisa?” Cindi said cheerfully as she leaned over the large orange tabby cat and petted her head.

She wiped up some milk that had spilled on the floor and admired her handy work. Lisa Marie thanked her with a loud, “Meow!”

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

This came to me as soon as I saw the artwork. This was a poetry prompt that I wrote this story for instead. I based this on my old neighborhood growing up in Indiana and a mysterious neighbor that lived across the alley from us that was sorta like a witch with no kids.