Slipper
The creature moved fast, but
my heart was beating even faster. I felt
sure that the monster could hear the panicked muscle’s frantic pumping, that it
could smell my fear and knew exactly where I was. True enough, it turned around, ever so
slowly, and peered into the shadowed corner exactly where I was trying to
flatten myself against the wall. It can
see me!
“A weapon,” I thought. “I need something, anything.” I had to move,
I knew, but my knees were locked and I couldn't take my eyes off its horrible shape.
It moved, advancing toward
me, seeming to grow bigger, and expanding its figure as it stalked. Wings.
It’s going to fly!
Frantically I scanned the
dimly lit room, but I couldn't see anything that would help, and nothing was
within my reach. I was trapped,
immobile. A scream built up my throat,
ready to choke me.
The front door suddenly
opened and my husband stepped in, a grocery bag in hand. The startled creature launched itself
straight at my face. I let out a
blood-curdling scream, “AAARGH!” crouching and ducking my head into my arms, trying
to make myself as small as possible.
My husband took two great
strides, brandishing a slipper, and with a great resounding “WHACK!” smashed the cockroach against
the wall; a crunchy squish. It fell dead
on the floor right next to me with a soft thud.
I stared in morbid fascination.
Yellow-green muck was oozing out of it.
I burst into tears, and my husband grabbed my arms and pulled me up from
the floor.
“What took you so long!?” I
wailed into his chest as he held me.
Author's Note: I hate hate HATE cockroaches.
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