Friday, March 7, 2014

Moth Balls

Joe was lying on pavement.  His light cycle was gone, though he could feel shards of glass beneath him.  Tron was quiet.  Dave and the Lords and the whole damn spark city.  Gone.

At first the sensation was that there was a large power source somewhere nearby, because of the insane humming.  But then Joe felt the fluttering all about his face and hands.  It was dark, but he thought he could just make out...& then the sun burst through the black (clouds?) and blinded him for a second but not before he saw for a split second.

Lemtata and Jose were feet away from him, dead.  All his friends and the Lords, all the concert goers and the skate kids. Lying in piles, everywhere.  More bodies than he'd ever seen.  Picked clean.  Just the clothing and hair to identify them.

Suddenly he was seized with immense blinding pain and thousands of bugs began to bite him all over his body.  Fluttering and his own screaming.  The sun again and he saw.

Moths.  Millions upon millions, flying in flocks like migrating black birds, waves and waves of them.  He looked down and what wasn't covered with moths was bleeding profusely.  He began to weep.  How had it come to this?  Funny, they didn't look harmful.  They almost looked...a word was struggling to come to his mind.

"Innocuous?" Lemtata's breastless corpse moaned.  Lemmy's corpse was trying to fuck her.

Of course.  George Rhea's three nightmare inducing moths.

"It isn't real, Danny.  It's just like pictures in a book, Danny!!!!" Joe screamed.   He began swatting at all the moths that were on him, hoping he'd by some chance strike one of the three.  They must have been responsible for a lot of this nonsense.


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