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Written for Daily Flash Fiction Challenge - Prompt: Write a story containing a pair of glasses, a frog, and an ice cream cone
Word Count: 300 I drew a schematic of what I wanted. Boyd could make it. His shop was called “I Made It”, featuring any number of homemade items, lamps, toasters, microwaves. You name it, Boyd made it. He put on his glasses, and licked at an ice cream cone. “Frog trap?” He asked. “I need it Friday,” I said. The device was simple: frog swims in, can’t swim out. The frog was not an ordinary frog. It was smart. It reasoned. It was… different. Boyd delivered. I eagerly took the trap to the pond and placed it in the shallow water. After awhile, the alarm sounded, and inside the trap was the frog. I cackled maniacally, pulled it out, staring into its face. There was a splat and I looked down into the watery eyes of hundreds of frogs. I was surrounded. I looked at the frog in my hand: his tongue lashed out, striking my eye. I winced in pain and dropped him, groping at my eye. My hand was covered in blood. The others flicked their tongues; I stumbled backward and fell. One jumped onto my chest, and inched closer before shooting his tongue and snagging my other eye. Tiny, slimy hands touched my lips and a cold mass entered my mouth. It struggled down my throat blocking my windpipe. I struggled for breath, clawing at my throat. I gasped hard as the frog passed. Frogs around me croaked in anticipation. Suddenly, pain in my abdomen forced a scream from my lips. I felt a lump in my stomach with blind fingers. The resulting surges of agony split through the air with the tearing of skin and fabric. The frog climbed out. The last thing I felt were hundreds of frogs jumping into the open wound and burrowing inside my body.
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