Haley Thistle

Moth Boyfriend Sal (special preview)

Added 2018-11-26 22:01:00 +0000 UTC

“Not-” the moth grunt as it pulls back another sprayer, “my problem.”

You take the ladder up to the back of the truck and the moth turns to face you, bending down to pull up the last sprayer.

“Don’t do it!” You snap at them.

The moth narrows their eyes and slowly starts to tug the sprayer up.

“It’s just my job! The country picks the pesticide!” You cry out, hoping to find something to say to stop them.

The moth hesitates. “That’s not excuse these days.” They pull up the last sprayer and you moan in agony as you think about the paycheck that you won’t be getting.

The moth’s wings flutter. “I best not see you out again. Or maybe I will fight you next time. I don’t care how hot you are.” They flap their wings and fly off.

You stand there shocked for a moment. “Hot?” You murmur.

When you return back to the station, you’ve run all sorts of excuses through your head to explain the bent up pipes. You can’t explain it away, any excuse you give will still get you into some form of trouble. So, you just tell your boss the best thing you can.

“I don’t know,” you say to her.

She narrows her eyes at you. “You don’t know?”

You shake your head. “I really don’t. One minute everything is fine, the next…” you motion to the destroyed spraying rods. “Can I say that I went through the Twilight Zone.”

“Rod Serling ain’t gonna explain this away.” you boss sighs. She scratches her temple and huffs. “Did you stop anywhere?”