My entry in the Flash Masters contest over at Grey Matters. The specifications were to confine the story to two sentences. And of course, their currency is horror and gore. So…

Jasmine’s scalp itched like fire ants were fornicating with reckless abandon, so she scratched at it with her newly manicured lavender nails.

Throughout the morning and into the day, she scratched and scratched; her singular focus on relieving the fornicating fire ants until she scratched so far, she had her wet brain matter under those pretty fingernails.


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