Fleas jumped off of the tangled hair, copulated in mid-air and settled back amid the black tendrils.
I stared in disgusted fascination, my nostrils having made peace with the assaulting stench.
My mind was drawn inward, savouring the festering feeling of satisfaction acting like balm against the long-aching depths in the pit of my stomach.
I watched the gaping hole betwixt its eyes, the hole I had just made, rendering its horns useless; unable now to ram at me; its dead legs unable to stalk me; its glassy eyes, emptied of the evil spirit that has haunted me for so long.
For Friday Fictioneers. Shamefully, I had to do research before I was certain that the head in the picture belonged to the Capra aegagrus hircus species – which is ‘goat’ to you and me. City-dwelling! It strips you away of the basics!
Hi! Very interesting take on the prompt – I thought it was a Ram – oh well, ram and learn! Nan 🙂
Haha! 😀 Good one! thanks for your comment, Nan.
Very descriptive. It sounds like this chap had an almost Moby Dick-like thing going on with this ram and he’s finally won.
Yup, you got it! Thanks for reading.
Great little story. Delighted the narrator has at last got rid of her bete noir.
And delighted to have been introduced to Baphomet. Had to research him. Invited him to tea and scones. Let’s see what happens.
Hope your little party goes well 🙂
Baphomet as a concept was intriguing and a constant figure in the illuminati story. Nice touch and a little research never hurts 🙂
🙂 thanks for reading and taking the time to take in the whole concept.
I fell in love with this story with the mid-air antics of the fleas in the first sentence and I only fell deeper as I read on. Great story!
the mid-air antics kept wanting to fly away due to the word count…but I was stubborn! thanks for your comment, Michael.
I, too, had to look up Baphomet, and was glad I did. Makes the story even creepier. Nice
Hehe 🙂 thanks!
One’s Baphomet is another man’s Billy Idol.
Good story – especially the flea sex.
Billy Idol! Cheeky 😉
Sandra, Good story and a different take on the prompt. The fleas will now have to find a new home. Sad but true. She doesn’t need to worry about that problem now. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Thanks a lot, Sue.
Easily my favourite opening line of the stories I’ve read – startling and perfectly phrased. And I like the paranoid atmosphere you create – I can imagine the narrator bursting into hysterical laughter once our backs are turned…
I was particularly proud of that opening line too 😉 Thanks a lot for your comment, Blake.