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!