A guest post by Joshua Bennett.
The travels of Leonard Arrington.
His company had arranged a swanky tourist hut, including a jacuzzi filled with steaming water.
He lowered himself in, sighing. Pressed the “jets” button. Porcelain nest disturbed, a thousand winged ants shot into the water. Leonard shrieked.
At least there won’t be ants, Leonard thought, knocking on their door.
A young couple answered. They smiled, took his bags. “Welcome! How was your trip? Did you know 9/11 was an inside job?”
Leonard frowned. “I don’t like bugs.”
“Use mosquito spray,” Maria said helpfully.
Leonard used three cans of Deet to arrive in Tayrona unbitten. There was no Deet left for sleeping beneath the stars.
“You have Dengue Fever,” Maria said helpfully.
The costumes were wonderfully gaudy, the action hammed up, Romeo and Juliet convincingly in love.
Leonard swelled, overwhelmed by the richness, the goodness of humanity. He didn’t complain a bit when someone slipped his passport from his pocket.
An experience that will forever change you!
The red bumps mysteriously appeared after a day lying on the beach. Thin white lines squiggled underneath the skin between. Summer had two. Leonard had one hundred twenty seven across his back.
WebMD had a diagnosis:
Author Joshua David Bennett may have drawn all of these stories from his own painful and invasive experiences. His first novel, Seacaster, is a Caribbean-Aztec fantasy that tells the story of a young man at war with the magic coursing through his veins. Joshua lives in Colorado with his subcutaneous worms, wife and son.