Growth 2

The police found Barry further down the river. His body snagged on a fallen tree cutting across the river. It took two more days before they found Nick. He had somehow made his way to a nearby pig farm. Bent over the edge of a water well. They could not understand what drove him to drag his body half a mile out towards the structure when he could easily have found help on the roads. What was weirder was that his jaw had been dislocated, as if some larger object had jutted it open, or writhed free. Those were all the whispering and rumours I heard from behind closed doors.

No-one listened when I told them of the worm. It was just some tragic act of playfulness. Two boys playing in the river. One boy trying to make sense of the trauma of witnessing it. Neighbors shook their head and spoke of Nicks cheerful smile and charm. He was now one of Gods angels. Mr Lance, who owned a glasshouse Nick would smash with rocks every time he chose to walk that way from home, referred to the boy as spirited. I felt as if I was the only one who wondered about Barry. Thinking back to that moment I saw him wading into the murky waters. Could I have saved him or was he already infected?

For two weeks I had been forbidden from leaving the house and garden. My father had listened to my account of the events and sat silent as Nicks family and officers called me a liar. It was only when I was getting ready to sleep that he entered my room. He sat on the side of the bed and stared at me. I couldn’t bring myself from meeting his eyes.

‘Those things you said. I don’t know if I can believe them. But I do know that Nick was a bully and you helped him do terrible things to that drowned kid. I don’t think you ever hurt him yourself but you laughed at his pain. You ever do something like that again…I’ll gut punch you myself. You hear that?’

I nodded and continued to stare at the window. He had only shouted at me a few times. He took a deep breath and patted my leg. I wanted to tell him that I felt ill when I look back at what happened. That there was no way I would let myself be friends with a bully again. That I was scared of what took control of Barry and killed Nick. That I loved him and trusted him. That I wanted to hug him. I said nothing as he left the room in silence.

On the first day of freedom I opened the shed to pull my bike out. Taking out the bicycle with care not to disturb the cobwebs gathering at the top. Each nudge against gardening equipment or slight breeze raised the hairs on my neck as if a spider had finally sprang down. A creeping thought worried me; If a worm was large enough to strangle Nick then what if there was a spider much larger?

Gliding over park fields and pavements I was finally free to explore the town again. I pedaled hard up the slope towards the hedgerows and farmlands. A slight breeze cooled the exposed skin of my arms and neck from the sizzling afternoon sun. Twisting the handlebars sharply I stopped and skidded the back tire to a slight screech. The rubber was hot on my poking fingers. I had stopped at Kim’s dads shop for a drink.

No matter how hard I stared at the coins in my hand they would not change shape and colour. The effort I took in sneaking around my home in search of money had not paid off. In the corners of dads drawers I found a fifty pence coin smothered in tacks and screws. Using my mums tweezers I picked out a few five and two pence coins. I had eighty pence in total. Enough for the can of dandelion and Burdock with a strawberry lace thrown in. It tasted like cough syrup but it was fizzy and cold.

‘Alittle light on the pocket money this month? You’re the only kid I know to buy this stuff.’ Kims Dad said while typing the prices into the cashier.

‘Just a little. You get used to the taste after a while.’ I replied, placing the coins onto the desk one at a time so I could count them out.

‘Wife said the same thing to me about Meatloaf. I still can’t touch the stuff. Feed it to my dog when she’s not looking.’ He gave a wink and smile. ‘Wait there…this is on the house.’ He passed over a packet of Galactic Invader crisps.

‘For free?’

‘Just this once. You are the only customer I have had in two days.’

‘Where is everyone?’

‘There has been some kind of festival down near Dunne River. Only had five or so people at first. Then just three days ago I saw fifteen people walking down the hill. All of them walking down towards the water.’

I cut through the back of the school field on my way to Dunne River. Dipping through the car park hoping not to get caught by the janitor or odd teacher. Not much occurred in this town so I couldn’t understand why no-one had told me about the event. Not so much as a flier partially flapping from the community cork board near the fish and chip shop and bakery. My classmates never spoke of it either. They tried not to speak to me as they walked slowly past my prison for those two weeks. I believed their parents had threatened to scold them if they hung out with me.

I caught site of a few people walking in the same direction. I recognised a few of the faces as I passed. Two worked in the butchers and another was a paperboy. Squeezing the brakes gently my bike slowed down to a crawl along the curb. The group walked quietly with one another. Head hung low as if they were only watching where there feet stood. The paperboy dragged his left foot on it’s side. Just along the inside of his jeans I saw a dark stain from the knee down.

‘What happened to your leg?’ I asked while dodging a drain.

‘It was a bike. I couldn’t ride it.’ He replied while continuing to stare at the ground. I could see his eyes following me though. The blue dots of his eyes rolling around trying to stay fixed on me.

‘You ride that bike every day. Even more than me!’

‘Better to walk. Easier to manage. Are you coming to the water?’

‘There is nothing else going on. I heard it was a festival. Will there be cool things to do?’

The paperboy smiled for a split second.

‘A festival indeed. A celebration. Be sure to hold our hands when it begins.’

I rode on ahead. Excited by the prospect of carnival games and food. I did not have enough money to join in on any of those things but I was hopeful some enjoyment could be had for free. The possibilities of free popcorn and sizzling donuts that dripped the moment you bit into them. The sugar coating your hands and mouth. The only other festival or event I had been to was the annual fair. The swirling ducks floating in a ring waiting to be plucked. I had chosen the right duck that day. A bright gold star lay under it. Then the man who works there said spoke those magical words “You can pick any toy you want.”

Just beside the public pathway near the bridge of Dunne River I caught sight of two more people. Head hung low and moving slowly. Their movements reminded me of Western films. How a cowboy would walk through the dessert. Sweating and sluggish from the high sun. Desperate for that oasis or some canteen of water. I didn’t want to leave my bike but the path on the river was too narrow. Trapped between the water and tall thickets laced with spikes and nettles. I hid the bike behind the hedge opposite the bridge. Snapping some low hanging twigs and branches I placed them over the frame of the bike.

I kept my pace to a snails crawl. Careful not to overtake or catch up with the sluggish people on their way to the festival. One by one they followed the grass clumped pathway. I stopped for a moment as something caught my eye. Atop a fence post that had succumb to the twisting vines and rot was a pool of hardening blood. I stepped closer to inspect this scabbing to see it was infact a hundred ladybirds. A writhing mass of red spotted black climbing over one another endlessly. On top of the post it resembled a dwindling red flame. The constant struggle felt captivating to watch. Taking a small twig I stripped the leaves from it and hovered the point as close to the swarm. Not trying to kill or disrupt. I wanted to see them, in all their collective beauty, react to me. The speckled whites of their heads pointed towards it gradually. Avoiding it at all cost until one finally latched on. A few more climbed over their comrade and made their way up the twig. And just then a small wave clung to it. I dropped it at the flash of legs crawling on the webbing between two of my fingers. A clump fell to the ground and instead of splashing out they scattered in all directions.

‘Looks like you’ve found a ladybird aggregation.’ A man said from behind me. He was a thin short man with rounded glasses. His ginger mustache and goatee curled outwards slightly reminding me of Mr Tumnus from the Narnia books. ‘This is quite bizarre…’

‘Why is it strange?’ I asked.

‘Well, They shouldn’t be doing something like this for atleast another two months. Scientists believe the behavior came about as a way for a solitary species to reproduce and to cope with a limited winter food supply. After fattening themselves up, and getting ready for bed, these little critters are getting together to take care of some final business — namely…mating.’ The man leaned so close to the post I was almost certain, and afraid, he was going to sweep acouple into his mouth like a lizard.

‘Are insects a hobby of yours?’ I asked.

‘A hobby no – just a general interest. I have a few friends who are entomologists so I’ve picked up their love for it. Also helps at the odd pub quiz.’ He smiled. I smiled awkwardly – there were not many adults – especially strangers – that I would openly talk to about things such as hobbies and pubs. Just nod and tell them I am doing fine at school.

I nodded as best I could.

‘I’m Johann by the way. I was distracted by that bugs to mention it.’

‘My name is Ray.’

‘Short for Raymond?’

‘No – just Ray. Raymond is my grandad.’

‘Named after a great man I imagine. So what did you think about this ladybird gathering?’ He seemed genuinely interested in what I thought. Perhaps he was a teacher – he dressed like the old scholars I would see show up in Sunday TV shows my dad would watch for hours. How could someone watch a television show about digging I couldn’t understand. But it scared me to think that when I grew old I too would enjoy something so boring. Johann was wearing some slightly faded beige cord trousers and a rolled up navy shirt.

I took a long look at the cluster of mating ladybirds. Speckled black and red bodies locked together under the surface level of black legs and hard shells parting open. An odd amount tried to find their way inside the hardening ball, searching for that slight opening they can peel back and squeeze themselves in. I didn’t think there was any right answer to what I saw in the ladybirds.

‘They seem to be working together. When I reached out towards them a small amount came together and…and it reached back.’

‘hmm…. So there is some sort of collective goal for all this chaos? You have quite the observation skills Ray.’

‘Are you a scientist or teacher?’ I asked. The only people that told us our answers were correct was a teacher.

‘Not a scientist but a professor of anthropology.’

‘What’s Anthropology?’

He took a second to answer and smiled.

‘How you observed those ladybirds and tried to think of why they were doing it. I do the same but with humans.’

A loud splash and murmur of joy from round the bend interrupted us. We made our way around the meander to find the festival had already started. Along the large curve, where the current seemed its slowest, people were dotted around the edge. Clothes strewn across the tiny rocks and grass edge. Someone had set up a small table with a set of speakers playing music and cakes. It resembled the winding down of a car boot sale.

‘What is this?’ Johann asked.

‘They said it was a festival. But it doesn’t look like much.

‘I’m sure it could be interesting.’

We walked towards the festival. There were fifteen or so people from the village. I couldn’t believe my eyes at the sight of them undressing. Unbuttoning blouses and sliding down trousers, they did it in unison. Popping their tops onto low hanging branches or folded onto the ground. A strange group of bodies. Young and old, fat and firm. As I lingered by the table I tried to stop myself from glancing too long at Kathleen Mcglenne and her friend. I had seen her buying groceries several times or waiting at the school gate. What was once hidden behind jeans and a vest was now open to view. Her large butt could barely fit in the black panties shrinking as she bent over to peel the shorts bundled around her legs. As she turned to hang her jeans I saw her large breasts and slight sag on her stomach. There were dark markings around her waist.

‘What are you doing here young one?’ A man asked in a low voice. He must have walked from out of the woods behind the table.

‘I heard it was a festival.’ I replied realising me and Johann were the only two people still dressed. I saw a kid from my year floating in the shallow end. Even though he was far out on the edge I felt as if his eyes were locked on me.

The man was gruff and dirty. The dirt tracked up his feet and sprinkled his ankles. He was a tall man, with a large body. Wide and stocky. The pouch of his white briefs poked out slightly from under his hairy gut.

‘Festival it is. Take a look at all these folks. Enjoying themselves. You want to be a part of this too? Enjoy the cakes Mrs Brookes made.’ Brookes? That was Barrys surname. Was his mother here? Another person stood beside the table. An ugly woman poured herself a large glass of water uncomfortably close to my side.

‘You want the cake right? You came to have some fun. We even have prizes for anyone new who joins.’ The tall man continued.

‘What kind of prizes?’ The paperboy and the butcher had arrived now. They waddled over and accepted the glasses of water the ugly lady was pouring.

‘He’s here for the festival.’ The paperboy smiled to the tall man.

‘This one?’ The lady replied. ‘Only one way to join.’

‘He’s no the talking type. Shy boy I think.’ The tall man said.

‘I’m not sure. I’ll think about it thanks.’ I said, stepping back from the table I tried to search for Johann. He was down near the waters edge. His back to me. Three men were approaching him from behind.

I twisted back to see the tall man had came around the table. I was close enough to see the sweat sparkle off the ringlets of his chest hair.

‘Now boy. We have a game to play.’

They all spoke over me. Consumed in their own action to hear my protests. A hand grabbed my wrists but I shook it away. Before I could dart from the gap between butcher and woman I felt a force hold me in place. Like snapping turtles their fingers pinched my skin. In one swoop the tall man took control of my arms. I felt it then, much like during woodwork class where I would twist the vice on a soft block of wood, my skin and bone beginning to crush. He hurled my arms into the air. Don’t touch me. A cloth flew up over my face blinding me. The cool rush of air on my bare stomach made me choke back at the realisation it was own top being taken off. Snapping fingers on my skin. I tried to fling myself away. Digging my feet into the ground. I pushed my legs forward towards the tall man. Putting all my weight into that one kick. My feet struck some part of him and I felt myself fall to the ground.

‘Johann!’ I shouted. I was free for that moment. Pulling my t-shirt down I saw the table and cakes knocked over. The tall man was stepping back towards me. Twisting onto my stomach I turned to crawl. The group grabbed me once more. Pressing my face into the dirt. Hoisting me up. I dangled in the air up and down. My legs and arms locked into place. They carried me over. Continuing to talk amongst themselves in unison.

‘Johann…’ I tried to shout before the startle of dropping close to the rocks cut me off. Searching back and forth for him. He was the only one I knew wasn’t a part of this. They were taking me to the waters edge.

Johann was already walking to the waters edge. Letting the silt and dirt sliver between his toes. The ladies were leading him in.

‘Don’t let them throw me in. Stop it.’ I called out.

They carried me to the highest point. A large mound peeking over the edge. The willow tree that had once loomed over at an angle had been cut down. Only its stump and thick tangled roots remained half-risen pridefully out of the grass.

The men and woman no longer smiled at this initiation. I did not know if it was my constant struggling or the task itself. But seeing them now, smiles wiped away and eyes dull, I felt as if they were sending me to my death. With arms and ankles held they began to sway my body. At each rise closest to the water I glanced in. A ring of bodies. Floating pinks and browns. Tits bobbing up and down, nipples cutting the waters surface. Heads lolling back and forth. Black dots on bright white eyes. They were turning. Much like Barry had with Nick. Before the giant worm that used his meat as a puppet decided to flee.

Johann bobbed over to the circle. The ladies hands pushing him forward. The ring opened and closed around him. I would be in there too.

‘He’s not enjoying that. You should let him down. Ray are you ok?’ Johann called towards me.

‘Get out of the water!’ I screamed, my brain shook at the force building up with each swing.

Then I felt it.

Freedom. Unrestrained yet flying. I tried to pull my arms and legs close but the water caught me too quick. All consuming, I felt the water reach deep into my nose and open mouth. Clapping my ears to all sound. I burst out to breath. The water, sparkling emerald in the sunlight, rose over my vision every second. Johann grabbed me.

‘Are you ok?’

‘Get out. We gotta get out.’ I sputtered knowing it was already too late. One by one each their heads fell back. I pointed to the man infront. His matted wet beard foaming white.

‘My god!’ Johann said trying to swim forward to help the man. I held him back as my head fell under once more. Grabbing his shoulders I rose up.

‘He’s infected. They’re all infected.’

The foam spewing out from his beard bubbled together on the surface of the water. Hard and spreading. Tiny white worms hatching out their human egg sack. I darted to the others. All floating upright, hands fused together, the worms spewed out their nose and mouth, covering the face like the foam that gathers on a pot of boiling spaghetti. The ring had hardened around us. A shrinking circle of worms.

I kicked my legs hard trying to stay afloat. If I kept my head above the water they could not crawl into my mouth or ears. The floating mass was getting closer.

Suddenly I was pulled under. Something gripped my ankle. Had the brown worm that lived in Barry returned?

The dirt and brown water stung my open eyes as I reached under to free myself I could see the floating shadow of the worms on the surface. I would need to swim further down. I swung my hands down to my feet. Grasping at the worms gummy body. I felt bones and fingers instead. It was Johann. He pointed, with bulging eyes and cheeks, and swam towards the riverbed. I followed in pursuit. Kicking and swimming as fast as I could. My chest burning out through my veins. Eyes clenched I kicked harder. The worms wriggled over me. Slapping against my arms and legs. Swim faster. Like a rocket. That fire in my veins clawed upwards to my head. Throbbing pain that would burst my brain wide open. Reaching out once more. My hand slid through some metal grate. Snapping the finger back. I clenched my teeth and burst upwards.

The surface was further than I thought. I cupped the water with each swing downwards. I was a bottle rocket. That singular thought carried me. I was a bottle rocket. A bottle rocket. Open your eyes. Bottle rocket. Open your mouth and let it in. A rocket.

The air hit me. I opened my mouth to embrace it. Lungs filling out smooth like a crumpled plastic bottle being blown into. I flapped my arms harder. Still unsure if I was going to drown. Opening my eyes I saw the river continuing to carry me further out. Johann was gone.

I shook my body, trying to dislodge anything that had suckered itself onto me. I need to get out the water. Scanning the trees I saw someone by the water. He was wading out, clambering up the steep mud, wet to the bone. It was Johann. I had never been so happy to see another. A person who now believed what I believed.

I swam to him. Once I could feel the rocks under my feet I called his name. He twisted sharply. Raising a rock in his hand he aimed it at me in preparation.

‘Ray…’ He sighed, lowering the weapon.

‘You saw them right? The worms.’ I said knowing already the answer but I needed to hear it. Nothing was certain until he said he saw them too.

‘Quickly. Get out the water.’

The water hung from my clothes as I waded out. Slivers of light rippled over the water. Floating past my waist. They were not slivers of light at all. Like a limp noodle it floated past. I froze.

‘Oh my god. Get out now.’ Johann was looking at something up ahead of the river. He reached out his arm for me to grab. I took hold and lunged for the mud.

I turned to see it coming towards us. Five or so bodies still clinging to one another. They floated down with legs spread out in the shape of some otherworldly star. The women and men from the circle. I knew they were dead the moment I saw their heads. Awash with a hardening layer of worms basking in the sun. The star, fused together by the hands and wrists in fleshy tendrils interlaced, floated past us as if we didn’t exist. As if we were no threat at all. We were only a passersby glimpsing a meteorite shoot across the nights sky.

‘Can they see us?’ I asked Johann. He continued to stare at the human star as it floated further down.

‘I wonder…’ He trailed off. He was biting the nail on his thumb. Deep in thought before twitching. ‘We need to get out of here. Quickly further into the trees before anyone sees us.’

Carefully pulling ourselves up onto the land we made our way into the woods. This was further into the woods than I had been before. The usual markings and trails were gone. Replaced with clusters of mushrooms and moss covered bark. Our footsteps cracked over the fallen twigs and crisp grass for a minute until Johann felt comfortable it was safe to stop. Resting between two peeling white trees he began to undress.

He pulled the dripping white vest from his back. Freckles were scattered over his shoulders. I did not know where to look or go. I turned around to give him privacy.

‘Ray, come over here.’ He ushered me closer as I heard the zip to his rolled up trousers open. ‘I need you to help. I cannot do this all alone myself.’

‘I’m not sure…’ I did not know what to say to this man. Nick had once told me about a man in the woods. How he was walking to school when he saw two other kids huddled behind a bush. They could see a man across the field. Nick darted his head up and searched. All he noticed was some girls from the year above sitting on a bench. They were chatting and rummaging in their bags. It was a few seconds later when he saw the white smudge between the autumn trees. He said the man was bent over forward, naked from waist up and trousers between his ankles. An old man. Rubbing his body against the bark. Nick said he felt the man looking at him. He said he never looked into that part of the fields again. He said it like it was rule or law. If he looked into those trees again the man would be there looking at him.

‘These worms. We have to check every inch of ourselves for them. Look here…check my back for any marks and open cuts.’

I turned hesitantly. He walked over and turned around. I scanned the skin of his back, looking over the sharp ridges of his spine and thin arms.


‘You sure? You checked all over?’ He said impatiently. ‘Ok…now check here.’ And in one quick motion he pulled down both trousers and his underwear. My body froze as his hands rummaged and patted the front of himself. His ass was spotted with several brown moles. A trail of light fuzz went down into the crack. The backs of his thighs marked with long purple stretch marks like a cat had ran it’s claws down them.

‘Nothing.’ I said.

‘Check here – you have to be thorough.’ Pulling apart his ass-cheeks he exposed the ringlet of darkened hair and asshole. I grimaced at the sight. Holding my breath to not inhale any disgusting smells. I glanced to make sure the ringlets were only hairs and not worms before darting away.

‘You’re clean. We need to leave.’ I said.

Johann gave a sigh of relief. But instead of pulling his trousers and pants up he turned around, hands cupped around penis and balls, and looked at me.

‘We need to check on you too Ray.’

‘I’m fine though. I will shower when I get home.’ I could feel every item of clothing on me. The socks and padding in the trainers squishing river water around my toes. The band of my boxers hugging my waist and denim clinging to my knees.

‘What if you get infected? What if there are worms on you right now? They were all around us in the water. They will crawl into you Ray. We can’t allow that.’ Johann stepped closer as I backed into the two trees. ‘If you hadn’t have warned me… I would have been just like them. Wormfood. Now take off your top and jeans.’

His eyes were red and hair matted over his forehead.

‘Just don’t touch me.’ I said. ‘You hear?’

Johann backed off a couple foot. I played with the bottom of my t-shirt, rubbing my fingers over the fabric. What if there really was a worm on me? I could imagine all the possibilities and places it could crawl into.

I lifted my top over my head laid it on the ground. Pulling the buttons of my jean apart, I slid my trainers off and stepped out. The air ran over my exposed skin.

‘I’m keeping my boxers on.’ I tried to sound as determined and strong as I could.

‘Just check yourself like I did. I won’t do anything you don’t want.’

I turned in a slow circle and Johann crouched down and inspected my body. His puffy eyes squinted and traveled along my arms and back. I ran my hands through my hair in search of anything. He moved over to inspecting my legs.

‘Nothing?’ I asked. Feeling his eyes raise the hairs on the back of my legs and neck.

‘You’re fine.’ He said, relaxing at the words. ‘You need to check your privates though. I will take our clothes and check them through.

He walked away and took hold of mine and his clothes. Laying them out on log in a tidy row.

I turned from him and pulled the elastic of my boxers outwards. With my free hand I lifted up my penis and peeled it back. Turning my balls over and feeling my behind. There was nothing there. Johann took hold of our shirts and slapped them against the tree. Deep whacks rang out as he whipped them over the bark.

We dressed in silence. I imagined Johann was just as uncomfortable in the damp clothing as me. Walking further through the woods using our knowledge of where the river was as a guide-point. Only silence continued ahead of us. It floated between me and the man. The questions I should have asked. His actions and my compliance. It was all chewed up and swallowed. Left to become that cramping ache rotting in my stomach.

Finally we arrived at a string of garages leading into a suburb. We continued to walk on, exchanging dirt for pavement. Then once the road grew wider and shops appeared we looked at eachother. I did not know the words to express myself. He looked around nervous at the sudden growing amount of people.

‘Do you think you will be safe to get home?’ He asked. ‘Do you want-‘

‘No. I’ll be fine walking.’ I had to cut off his next sentence. I needed to walk alone.

‘Ok…’ He ran his hands through his hair trying to part it neatly. Then he looked back at me. ‘I’m not sure these people are going to believe us. But they’ll believe that thing they find in the river. Be careful Ray.’

‘I’ll be fine.’ I said again.

He lingered on my words. As if wanting to say something.

I made my way home. Walking with squelching wet shoes through alleyways and across parks. I was frightened to run into the paperboy and the butchers. The woman with her hollow face and sagging tits. What I dreaded more was turning a corner to find the tall man waiting for me.

Every empty street was a blessing. The houses of friends and people I knew in the area would not be of any help to me.

When I opened the door I saw my mum moving a large ladder up the stairs. I flicked off my trainers and took hold of the swaying bottom. We made our way upstairs and placed the ladder below the attic. I held the bottom in silence as she spoke to me. Telling me to hold it tight and keep the base stable as she clambered up. I listened to the scraping of cardboard and crinkle static of the plastic bags. Then thump. Thump and thump they fell down. Often calling me to hold my arms out as a box descended down slowly to my hands. She was bringing down our old clothes. I found it funny how summer was still here and she was rummaging for jackets and fuzzy jumpers.

There was a clack from outside and my dad entered the house. Calling out that he had bought us all fish and chips. We placed the plates on the table before he brought over the greasy paper package one by one. We unwrapped our meals. Ketchup sprayed over the chips. That whiff of vinegar and fried yellow fish.

Peeling back the tab of his one beer he took a long sip. He only drank a beer on the odd day he got us takeaway.

‘Pass me your cup boy.’ He said.

I leaned over the table and handed him the glass. He gave a wink and poured out some of his beer. A steadily rising white foam rose up and settled to gold.

‘Share a glass with me.’

I didn’t want it. It was all too bitter on the times I had sneakily sipped the warm dregs from the cans he would leave on the table. I didn’t like it but I knew I had to drink it. I hoped there would never be a time when I came to enjoy the taste.

I held back until late into the night when everyone was asleep. My fear for their safety rattled me to the bone. What if everyone I cared for were taken over and killed by the worms? My mother. Father. Worm food. Riddled holes. Soft parts eaten first. Every shocking image and thought came out from the darkness. I wept and sobbed under my blankets. Perhaps the worms could not wriggle into my ears if I kept my head under the pillow.

Just keep your head under the pillow. Don’t let them hear you cry. Protect them all.

News spread of the festival at the river. Young men and some perverts ran to it at first. The gossip of naked men and women flocking to the water was a very persuading thing to watch. It was only two days later when they found the human stars. All those bodies had to end up somewhere. I think someone finally found them. The village was horrified at first. How could these men and women, almost molded into one another by the stitching of worms, look so happy? The mayor and sheriff issued curfews and locked up who they thought were influencing these people. They thought this would stop the spread of madness. My mother questioned where the government was? Why had no-one come to help us? My father simply replied “Trust the sheriff – Toms a good man.”

We all tried to continue our summer. We ignored the change in our neighbors. It was tricky to tell who was living with the worms. Swollen bellies and glands was the only thing I could link to them all. There constant need to drink water would have been a giveaway if it wasn’t for the heatwave. Passing the high street I saw three kids kicking pebbles into a sewage drain. Every so often a crackle would go off causing something to groan out from the sewer. Walking over I noticed the noise was a slow laughing. The kids turned to me with their packet of pick-n-mix in hand and party snaps in other. A trail of white long specks were trampled into the tarmac and drying out crisp in the sun. Those were worms. Same as that day in the river. The boys told me of how the old man from the newsagents let them take whatever they wanted. He had walked out of his shop and began to pull the grate upwards. Climbing down. That was yesterday and they had kept coming to eat the sweets. I knelt down towards the drain and peered in. Almost totally dark a streak of light managed to get past our heads and the bars. Illuminating a fleshy pink bulge amongst the black water and sludge. It was human but no shape I had seen. I could not tell if that had once been the old mans head now melted down into the mass. I went into the other shops beside the newsagents to warn the owners or employees but I couldn’t find any. Walking back to the kids I asked if they knew where they had gone. One of them pointed to the drain.