The Mosquito

by B.A. Paris

But last night, he had wanted to kill that mosquito, badly. The tiny winged insect, however, had proved elusive, and after several failed attempts to swipe it into oblivion with a rolled-up newspaper, Michael had conceded defeat.

Very tell-tale heart……..or big mouth….allll about context and perspective

he’d been smothering an unusual and unexpected spark of anger at being rejected for being too nice.

But with Rupert talking incessantly in his ear,

Human mosquito