Ah right, the botfly. Can't forget her.
As though just mentioning her presence was enough to bridge some indefinable gap between them, Bina now feels the creature's presence like a wet pressure against her skin.
Her arm, the bad one, long quiescent, itches again. She isn't even sure if there's still a puncture wound under the bandages somewhere, but it feels like someone has poured lemon juice, or live ants right into it.
As though just mentioning her presence was enough to bridge some indefinable gap between them, Bina now feels the creature's presence like a wet pressure against her skin.
Her arm, the bad one, long quiescent, itches again. She isn't even sure if there's still a puncture wound under the bandages somewhere, but it feels like someone has poured lemon juice, or live ants right into it.