(1 of 1. Originally posted on 05/19/2023 for the prompt “Microscopic.”)
Darryn saw his wife through a red haze, and struggled to warn her.
“You look rough, dear.” Mellie set a plate of reheated food in front of him. “Want to talk about it?”
A manufactured virus of megalithic proportions, sealed behind glass. Black, hair-like tendrils seeping out around the edges, penetrating latex like needles through cheesecloth. Darryn’s mouth failed to obey his brain any better than the rest of his body. Get away!
“Must have been pretty bad.” Mellie pulled a chair up next to him and sat. She put a hand over his. “You don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready.”
Black, hair-like tendrils sprouted from Darryn’s fingers. His mind screamed in wordless horror. His body sat frozen. A tear rolled down his cheek and dripped onto their entwined hands.