by John Lane
Born in a pan of green beef, seventy-five of us reached maturity in two to three days.
We laughed when Mom warned that “talls” wanted us dead. Our compound eyes and thin wings could evade them. Or so we thought.
The “talls” caught us while we rubbed our six legs on grooves of wood. They looked like their heads touched the white drywall sky.
I watched the large flat plastic crush my brothers until mangled thoraxes littered the wood. Smell of pheromones lingered.
Only I survived.
I will never forget what the “talls” called their death weapon.
John Lane’s fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Black Hare Press, Ghost Orchid Press, Rejected Manuscripts, Dark Dossier Magazine, Trembling with Fear, The Drabble and other venues.
John’s story, “Dimension Traveler,” tied for Rejected Manuscripts’ third most voted entry out of 130 stories in 2020.