Adventures with a Mosquito – Six Sentence Story

Artwork by Phil Burns

This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – STRIKE

Click here to hear the author read his words:

Adventures with a Mosquito

This story reflects two of my main Words To Live By, which are, firstly, Every Day is an Adventure, and secondly, I Kill Only Mosquitoes (which, considering that they drink my blood, I feel is almost justifiable).

So, while in the process of clambering into the already running shower, which for reasons of legacy, not choice, is situated over the bath-tub, I see a mosquito on the wall and, due to my somewhat awkward stance, slap* it, somewhat feebly, with my left hand.

Got it, I think triumphantly, then lift my hand and watch said bloodsucker fly, with annoying lack of concern, twice or thrice around my head, before sauntering cheerfully out of the bathroom.

Enraged (or at least a tad miffed) I leap (hirple) from the bath and charge (hirple, hirple) in vengeful pursuit, ignoring the fact that I am (please, Ladysighs, as a lady of class and refinement, avert your eyes and imagination for the next couple of sentences) naked and soaking wet, an unwise combination in an apartment wholly floored with dusty tiles, where I slalom (hirple slidily (I know it’s not, but it’s the best I can do right now)) into my spacious living area, hawklike eyes scanning every nook and cranny (wondering all the while how many nooks and crannies a small room can contain) and come to the saddest realisation of my life, viz. that this is not very smart.

Although my French windows are wide open onto my waist-high glass-walled balcony I am not overly concerned about the prospect of being seen in my current state by anyone with twenty-twenty vision, industrial-strength field glasses and a powerful imagination or excellent memory – they have the option to scream, laugh, or close their eyes – but the prospect of my feet wheeching away from under me is not an attractive one.

As I hirple (hirple), defeated and deflated, back to the shower, I understand that I have become that which we all fear most, grown-up, and I wonder mournfully if my life’s daily adventures are now over.

PS (so not part of the sentence count) It’s okay, Frank, no bloody mosquitoes were splatted in the creation of this anecdote.

PPS (so still not part of the sentence count) I forgot to tell the lovely Ladysighs when she could unavert her eyes, but I guess it probably doesn’t matter as she almost certainly gave up on this twaddle a while back and just went off to read Doug or Jenne or even, in mild desperation, Clark. Ah well…

* I had planned to use the PROMPT WORD: STRIKE here, but it clearly would have been a misuse, or indeed abuse, of the word as it in no way relates to my woeful attempt at pulverising my foe. So, if its inclusion in this pathetic addendum is not enough to satisfy the rules, then I’ll stick next week’s PROMPT WORD in twice.

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41 Responses to Adventures with a Mosquito – Six Sentence Story

  1. Liz H says:

    All those mosquitos in Medville have cousins and relations in Minnesota, and we breed ’em large over here. So you’re quite lucky you missed.
    But my mom swears by toothpaste to treat itchy bug bites…so the re’s always that if the wee haggissie beastie comes back. 😉


  2. Apparently, there are 17,647,204 mosquitoes in Medville, so had you assassinated it, there would be 17,647,203 seeking revenge.


  3. Mosquitoes and ugh!bugs (roaches, so called because the only thing you can say when you see them is ugh!) are the only things i do kill. Thank you for this delightful tale, and if you are willing to go after mosquitoes with this much gusto, no, your adventures are nowhere near over.


  4. clark says:

    So what does it say when the Comment/Reply conversations are as engaging as the Six itself?
    lol (Visual of late Saturday night stage in any pub, bar, nightclub open mic… that kinda fun)\
    What a fun Six. (From the perspective of being able (and willing) to write a story that, virtually, onomatopoeiastically pounds on the inner surface of the monitor screen.
    Skillful chaos yo, skillful chaos


  5. Gr8BigFun says:

    So the little chap survived to strike the naked and wet during the night, I suspect it was an itchy morning!


  6. UP says:

    living in the south, misquitoes are a bane of life.


  7. Tom says:

    So the mosquito had the last laugh after all, CE!


  8. Thank you for ‘hirple’ and ‘wheeching’. Straight into my lexicon. And also thanks for the referral. In return, I highly recommend that you and Jenne enter post haste this flash fiction competition. My money’s on one or both of you snagging a prize.


    • ceayr says:

      Hirple’s a great word, isn’t it. I just checked what Mr G said and it’s close but, as always, misses the nuances.
      I am flattered that you think so highly of my writing, I have already submitted a strange wee piece to them.
      Jenne, of course, is a superior writer, but I’m much, much more prolific.

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  9. Frank Hubeny says:

    I probably would have swat that mosquito, but, considering that I also probably would have missed, no mosquito would have been injured in telling the tale.


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  11. ladysighs says:

    This does call for some action or rather reaction.

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  13. jenne49 says:

    Right, I’ve stopped laughing now. Wait while I wipe my eyes. I marvel at your ability to take a minor incident – not that an attack by a mosquito can really be called a minor incident – and turn it into such a joyous flight of words. Briliant

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  14. Staarlz says:

    Oh my goodness! I can appreciate going after winged, or crawly creatures I’m averse to. I don’t see mosquitos as a rule–but spiders, ants, flies…they should all know by now that if they enter the sanctity of my bijou premises, I will make every effort to dispatch them to their eternal reward or justice. By “every effort” I mean–every effort fully clothed 🙂 You’re an amazing storyteller–I always enjoy reading your posts 🙂


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