She waits, in ambush…

Her DNA matches an amber-enveloped relative, one who drew blood from the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

She is of the Clan Culicidae, razor proboscis, a highlander’s blade.

Sweating, hiding undercover, I fall asleep, exposing an ankle. She launches, a creature from a Bram Stoker novel.

Bloodlust… Ectoparasite prevails.

Paul Hock is an author, illustrator, and storyteller. See more of his writing at paulhock.com.