Between the Pharaonic pillar and the insect there is a terrible connection. My heart batters its bone cage and my breath comes in gasps. Between the bug and the finial of the balustrade there is also a connection. The locust bestrides the ornate globe, moving up from Africa. Selling insurance is my trade, but even I know we’re in the presence of a portent.
A plague, a Biblical plague, is coming. I seize Seymour’s hand as the sky darkens with a million tiny wings.
“What is it, honey?” he says.
“Don’t you see them?” I say. “Don’t you hear them?”
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Ah! It was a locust? Or is that artistic licence? Good story, whatever.
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I don’t think so. It was artistic licence. Thanks Sandra
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Irrational fear is the greatest enemy of little bugs. Poor suckers.
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Here they come! Similar minds again Neil! I had invaders too. I hope yours don’t portent the end of the world
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Dear Neil,
This seems a grimly prophetic message. Or is it the insurance man’s way of clinching a deal? Either way, well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle
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The plagues of Egypt.I did a locust story the last time we had a grasshopper picture for FF. This one is is really tense…nicely done. One of my favorite locust swarm stories was in Lonesome Dove, but Steinbeck probably takes the prize.
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Thanks so much
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Scary little story you’ve written here, Neil. Great pace, and that last line is a heart-stopper.
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Thanks, Kecia
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Nothing scarier than seeing a whole swarm of grasshoppers headed towards your fields. Horrid. Saw it once many years ago when I was fostered at a farm. To this day, I’m still terrified of them.
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I got the chills and the jitters! Nicely done 🙂
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Thanks, Dahlia.
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Superb opening imagery in your first three lines. The inevitable and the invincible striking fear into your narrator. It took my breath away. Great writing, Neil.
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Wow! Thanks so much, Edith
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I had a tough time figuring out what sort of insect it was, so I just made something up as well.
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Same here.
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Thank you for finding out what kind of insect it was. I didn’t have the time 🙂
It was a warm winter, we might have another plaque this summer.
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I’m afraid have no idea if it’s a locust. I just needed a locust for the story
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Interesting how two people can stand in the same place and have such different emotional responses to what’s around them…
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Isn’t it though? It’s at the root of so much drama
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Ah, yes–biblical proportions! Scary.
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They are terrifyingly destructive when they swarm and deserve their dreadful reputation. Nicely done, suitably portentous tone and nice build of tension. Love the bone cage image too!
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Thanks, Lynn
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My pleasure 🙂
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There is so much tension in the buzz Seymour can’t hear. One can only hope that they can keep each other safe.
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Thanks, Magaly
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My heart batters its bone cage Love this line.
One summer I experienced a grasshopper plague. The little monsters ate all the leaves off the sagebrush (I was in Eastern Washington doing archaeology) and the screening on my canvas tent. The tic-tic of their bodies on – well everything – was the worst. You caught the horror of an oncoming plague nicely.
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Thanks, Alicia
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I’m wondering what else has Seymour’s attention so he isn’t noticing the ominous buzz.
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The buzz may be entirely in her head, We can’t be sure
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I’m so glad you said this! I read this as a fantastic description of madness – all those connections made my head buzz. The precise language that accompanies the disintegration is wonderful!
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Thanks so much for that praise
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Here the come! Similar minds again Neil. I had invaders too. I hope your don’t portent the end of the world
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My invaders may be entirely in her head
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A story full of biblical proportions.
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Somehow this feels timely. Beautiful piece.
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Thanks, Tamal
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Love your descriptions, Neil.
And insinuating an insurance salesman is not overly bright… hmmm
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Heaven forfend. I was insinuating insurance salespeople weren’t necessarily imaginative
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That could apply as well…
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I really felt this. Very well written Neil.
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Thanks so much
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This is intense with coming insanity.. great take on the prompt… love the perspective.
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Thanks, Bjorn
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ooooo! Yes, the bug is on a globe-like structure moving up. And, I have to say, are there any cooler words than finial and balustrade? Very nicely done. Love it! 🙂
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Thanks, Sascha. I didn’t manage to work flense in, which is also a pretty cool word
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Neil – I looked it up and I believe it’s a Large Painted Locust. Great story, by the way!
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I thought it might be. a Chinese locust. Thanks, Liz
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Really ramps up the tension. I was about ready to make a run for it 🙂
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Thanks so much
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Superb build up of tension in the story. Feels like the start of an adventure.
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Thanks so much
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Sign of the times perhaps. Climate change. Or an anxiety attack? Well done, either way!
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Thanks so much
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Well done Neil, imminent plagues are fearful and there’s a scary feeling of helplessness to combat it about this piece
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Thanks, Michael
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The stuff of nightmares!
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Thanks, Dawn
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I could almost hear the music from the movie Jaws playing in the background, rising to a crescendo.
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Thanks, Russell. You saw sharks as well?
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Whoa! Call it artistic license or whatever, I found it magically dark and compelling. Love this, Neil!
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Thanks so much, Dawn
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it is written seek and you shall see. She obviously has gifts that stretch to another plain. As do you, Neil. I nearly wrote, my friend, but that would be presumptuous indeed.
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Thanks indeed
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