Parasite

Typhoon Maid Thursday. CC photo by Shuji Moriwaki.

The ferry should have been here two minutes ago. If it is much later I will be late to work, and my employer will dock my pay again. I can’t afford to lose any wages. The parasite demands watermelon and beef. It will torment me until I give into its pricey demands.

This wretched creature is destroying my body. It violently rejects anything I put into my mouth, sending back room service if it is too hot or too spicy. It keeps me up at night, while demanding I sleep during the day.

I must resign. Today. I cannot keep cleaning toilets three times during a job. I cannot lie down on a bed before I make it up. As I lose my right in society to earn a living, I will have another mouth to feed. To survive, I must find a mate. This child is the death of my freedom.

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This was posted on Flash!Friday on September 26, 2014.