Thanks to Laura for the latest flash fiction challenge via her website www.officemango.com with this picture prompt:
He shook his head again.
‘No, Mum. It’s a real big bug – I don’t think any of that stuff will do.’ He said, his eyes scanning the shelves of the shed, trying to read and understand any of the words he saw there, his eyesight blurring.
‘Oh, I’m sure there’ll be something here that’ll do the job just fine. Mummy has something for everything here – everything from ants to wasps, even rats – and they’re pretty big.’ Her eyes went wide in mock terror as she turned to him. ‘It’s not bigger than a rat, is it?’ She used her best ‘impending doom’ voice – the one she saved for special times, the voice she used when reading the scary books at night sometimes.
The boy nodded solemnly.
‘Much.’ He said. ‘Much, much bigger, Mum.’ He scratched at his arm. He’d brushed against nettles or had got bitten, he realised. ‘I think we’d better call Dad, and the Police, and the army.’ He added in quick succession.
‘Wow!’ This has escalated fast!’ His mother placed a hand on his shoulder and began to lead him to the door. ‘Why don’t you show me this bug, eh?’
She felt the resistance in her son, his feet refusing to move him towards the door.
And then the light started to fade – any sunlight becoming blocked by a huge shadow which rose up and almost covered the shed window. The shadow was ragged at its edges, like thrashing talons or tentacles were writhing there.
And then she heard her son cry out, saw him clutching at his arm as he fell to the floor. Whatever was inside him tore through his skin and grabbed at his mother’s own arm, tiny claws protruding from the appendage digging into her skin, pulling her closer still.
‘Hold me, Mummy.’ The boy said. ‘Just hold me tight.’