Drabble Cascade #10 : eyes - Lifecycle

FB3X Drabble Cascade #10 - Eyes

Title: Lifecycle (G, paranormal)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: eyes

Under the white sheet, the slowly hardening imago rested, shocked bitter eyes staring up at the ceiling. His mind replayed what the scientists had revealed; the Magicicada emerged from the soil every 17 years to procreate. They fed on sap tapping into plant xylem. It was unfortunate that he’d been diverted watching the cicada at it latched onto his arm. They thought it was a mistake on the part of the cicada when it sank in its proboscis but he knew the truth. He’d seen its red eyes staring at him. It had procreated. He was changing into a were-cicada.

This is for Saskia - on a matter of glitter

Saskia commented on a live journal posting as to where a student might have obtained glitter in his mustache. *snickers*

This *points down* has been around since before the internet was invented. Enjoy.

http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=47241.0



I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early
one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had
been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone
off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am.
The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to
spare.

As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making
such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So,
I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting
next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was
at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some
clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing
the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the
other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a
million miles away. I was a little surprised when the doctor said, 'My, we have
made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?' I didn't respond.

After the appointment, I went home. The rest of the day was normal ... some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my 6-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, 'Mommy,
where's my washcloth?' I told her to get another one from the cupboard. She replied, 'No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.'

Never going back to that doctor . Ever.