Sting (part 1)

The briars are sticking into my legs. I don’t like it. I wish she hadn’t made me come with her. I don’t like these stupid berries either. They taste yucky.

There is something crawling on me. It is underneath my shirt.

What is it?


I want to go home now. We are running home. It burns. I can hear it buzzing. I am scared. My tummy hurts. Mom takes off my Paladin T-shirt. She squashes the thing with her fingers. It is black and white. It is horrible. I hate it.

copyright r.b.franklin June, 2004
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