Micro Fiction: What Comes Out of the Ground
Here is another bit of micro fiction inspired by Cracked Flash’s weekly prompt. This one was a runner up.
What Comes Out of the Ground
By Sara Codair
“My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt,” I said, shuddering on the doorstep. The open door loomed over me, black and peeling, like the mouth of an ancient monster waiting to swallow me whole.
“Stop being dramatic,” muttered my mother. “Just make sure you wipe your feet before you go inside. I don’t want my floor ‘clothed’ in that shit.”
I brushed the flecks of brown off my clothing, pulled a wriggling worm out my hair, and rubbed the soles of my sneakers on the emoji door mat. I stepped inside, staring at immaculate white tile and paint, so clean it glowed. The floor creaked behind me. The door slammed shut.
“Please shower before you touch anything.” She shuffled past me, putting more weight on her cane than I remembered during my last visit.
Taking baby steps, I made my way to the powder room where I washed my hands, stripped out of my muddy clothing, put it in a trash bag, and got in the shower. I covered myself in a lather of soap and let the water rush over my skin until it looked like it belonged to a living human, not a zombie.
I got dressed, brought my soiled clothing to my car, and found my mother sitting on her front porch.
“Thank you for helping out,” she said. “We got good harvest. Those potatoes should last until the spring.”