As dusk whisked over their cave, Mummy Nine-Legs ascended to the ceiling and unfastened a few spools of humans for supper. Little Bug had never had his own human yet, being so young, and danced on all nine of his legs in anticipation. Yet when Mummy Nine-Legs handed him his bundle, and as he split it open, he dropped the fermented cadaver to the floor.
“Mummy, I want a good human,” he whined. “This one is
covered in warts and moles, and she’s got an overbite like she’s all teeth.”
“No one is all teeth,” said Mummy Nine-Legs, “It’s what’s on
the inside that counts.”
She took Little Bug’s prey and slit it down the belly for
the babe to see. And indeed, inside the cadaver was as lined with lipids as any
thin girl, and her liver was ripe and swollen. Her lungs popped in his mouth.
By the end of their meal, he even found he relished the way her teeth settled
in his gullet, and he realized how foolish he’d been. It really was what lay
inside people that counted, and particularly when they lay digesting inside
him.
I love that they have nine legs. Radial symmetry FTW!
ReplyDeleteLoud smiles from here yet again. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThat was a creepy story LOL did you mean to write 'Nine-Legs ascended to the ceiling to the ceiling .'
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