"Xiao Qiang"
This story is dedicated to GQ, my cockroach friend. hahahaha.
Xiao Qiang wonders around the kitchen as he
moves, he avoids the shadows that seem to loom
over him. He wonders arounds and looks for his
friends, he is not used to this cleanliness. He
desires dirt.
He thinks he is strong, but just one hit is
enough to kill him, so he watches his every move.
There could always be someone lurking in the
corner ready to attack him. He knows he is in a
dangerous position, clean places are always
dangerous.
He searches for a dark corner, he feels protected
in dark corners. Maybe the people would not
notice him in the darkness. He goes up to the
second floor, into the room, he finds refuge
underneath the bed.
He whiffs the air, he smells something, its
strong. Could it be that spray, so overwhelming,
it hurts? He starts to lose his consciousness
...
Xiao Qiang wonders around the kitchen as he
moves, he avoids the shadows that seem to loom
over him. He wonders arounds and looks for his
friends, he is not used to this cleanliness. He
desires dirt.
He thinks he is strong, but just one hit is
enough to kill him, so he watches his every move.
There could always be someone lurking in the
corner ready to attack him. He knows he is in a
dangerous position, clean places are always
dangerous.
He searches for a dark corner, he feels protected
in dark corners. Maybe the people would not
notice him in the darkness. He goes up to the
second floor, into the room, he finds refuge
underneath the bed.
He whiffs the air, he smells something, its
strong. Could it be that spray, so overwhelming,
it hurts? He starts to lose his consciousness
...