Yes! Finally, we three Free Writers are all together in the same country. So nice to sit at the Martel café and Free Write together for ten minutes than read. It was D-L's prompt, but the idea came from a discussion with a friend about mosquitos.
D-L's Free Write
The announcer straightened his tie, as the interviewer took his seat. On the table were two large mosquitos."Today Red Frederick will interview these two insects. Here's Red."
RF: Today's goal is to find out what mosquitos are for. We have a female - She does a quick fly around - and a male. How old are you?
FM: Six weeks.
MM: Eight weeks.
RF: What do you eat?
FM: I'm a vegetarian. I love the nectar especially from morning glories and . . .
MM: You're not telling the truth. This morning I saw you suck blood from that cameraman over there.
FM: I had no choice. My eggs needed it.
RF: You need blood for your eggs?
FM: If I want healthy children.
MM: I love blood. My dream was to be a vampire mosquito. - MM flies over to Red Frederick, lands on his wrist and bites.
RF: -Frederick slaps him, then looks at the squished body. He turns to the Female Mosquito - I'm sorry, was he your husband?
FM: Just met him. Let's continue.
RF: What is your purpose to being on this planet?
FM: None. All we do is annoy people. Some we make sick with stuff like malaria. And if you don't mind, I'm going to snack on that rose over there. - She flies away -
D-L, https://dlnelsonwriter.com, is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504
Rick's Free Write
Moski B, the rapper mosquito, landed softly on the stagnant water in the discarded tire by the side of the road. He was meeting his agent, Stinger, to plan his appearance at the coming Glastonbury Music Festival.
He salivated just thinking about the thousands of sweating humans, chanting and clapping, totally oblivious to the long probe sucking their blood from their necks and arms. He’d have to try to pace himself so as not to burst.
“Yo, Moski, my boy. How’s the old proboscis?,” called Stinger as he glided on to the tire water.
“Ready to rock, Sting!”
The plan was to catch a train from Reading to save energy. Maybe have a snack of a businessman along the route.
Then, at the festival, he’d start at the outskirts among the picnickers, working his way to the musicians on the stage.
“And you thought the screams were because of the high notes? Wait’ll I stick Elton at the keyboard!”
“We’d better hurry, Moski. The 10:33 is getting ready to pull out. Quick, there’s an open window!”
Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the top stories about the airline industry. He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.
Julia's Free Write
*Aies, oh I hate this”!
These words came out of her mouth more than once.
The campground overlooking the Mediterranean was absolutely gorgeous. This time they had rented one of the luxurious almost-a-cabin tents – that one simply unpacked in. No need for those of-their-youth sleeping bags. Sleeping bags that inevitably clumped and rolled underneath one. The cots were comfortable enough, if not proper beds.
Also, no need to bring kitchen utensils: the basics were provided, including a barbecue.
Another big plus: one could actually stand up in all of the tent.
In short, luxury – what now has become known as glamping (glamour camping).
The only negative: no one had found a way to totally eliminate mosquitos. Not the coils, not the sprays, nothing!
So for the 100th time out came the world’s best invention: the heating pen to cut the histamine reaction. RELIEF
Julia has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends. Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/
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