Thinking back…Raspberry fields of the Pacific Northwest
“Bleech!!” (Almost throwing up)
What? Stink bug? Hah!
“Gag!” I replied, spitting out the bitterly tainted raspberry.
Almost time to go. Walking on the backs of the ocean of stink bugs sounded like the cracking of peanut shells on the the floor of a Georgia roadhouse bar. A coriander/sulphur-like scent saturating the air. Who would have thought Aliens from another planet would derive their energy merely by the odor of these bugs. Our Handkerchieved faces are smeared with VapoRub to mask the smell.
Not sure our destination other than departure is 1800hrs
Thank you to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s of Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge based on the photo at the top of the page, by Fatima Fakier Deria.