Fit for a Me!
A microfiction with micro characters.

"'Scusi', comin' through." I said to the soldiers, all of 'em. "Gangway." I pretend I belong to get by.
"Hey!" growled a biggun, ready to bite my head off. Then "fall in line." It worked!
I'm Len, silverfish, not a fish, a bug. You understand. Me pressin' these boys is just a clever ruse. Gettin' down to the bottom of an anthill is no joke; short trip but deadly. Wanna blend? You gotta smell like 'em. Me, I smelled like ten Generals just when I needed to.
Down, pantry. Barf, delicious barf; aphid squirts! Nursery. At least they're good parents. Nursemaid Ant looks at me hard. Don't think she smells past my disguise. Right?
"Jackpot!"
"What's that?" it was my dream! 200MG of all woman!
"Queenie, baby! I loves ya!"
"No drones, wrong season, get out." So dismissive! Hot. But I was losin' her!
No woman can resist a good rub, so I rubbed! She picked me up. Whoopie!
Sniff. "Wait! You're not of my hive! Guards!"
"Sorry!" I bite. She dropped me. Grab nearby acorn cap, run for it. Skate out side entrance through a stream of royal jelly. Fill the cap, got treasure. Good enough. Exit, stage left!
About the Creator
MOZE E HOWARD
In 1995, at age 18, I was published in the Newsweek "My Turn" essay contest. I was the only high school student published that year. My writings since then mostly lean towards fictional stories with fantastical elements.




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