A flashfiction look into the thoughts of a mosquito.
Blood on my mind. All I see leads to blood. Every sense in this efficient machine carefully honed to collect the red ambrosia. I am the deadliest killer in the world.
Zipping wings carry me to my next victim, my prey. Not much you can do to stop me. Speed becomes my every move. Ravenous needles bite and extract right to my abdomen.
