Aphrodite Snarled At Me
me, I want a hula hoop- I consider you a rascal
- burn the air you breathe
- live long enough to get into space
- without a hug and kiss
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Aphrodite snarled at me, “I want a hula hoop‘s width between you and Svetlana.” She gestured with her gun. “No more, no less.”
She didn’t want me to help Svetlana, who was still being throttled by Heinrich, but if I moved too far away she wouldn’t be able to monitor both of us with her single eye.
“I consider you a rascal,” she continued, “not a great threat. I will deal with you once the contortionist bitch is no more.”
Svetlana writhed beneath her former lover/sherpa, her lips a blue grimace, her eyes wide and angry.
Heinrich’s grip faltered and Svetlana drew a gasping breath. While Aphrodite was distracted by that I raised my hand and plucked a jellyfish from my hair. During my years developing the underwater excavation machine I had developed an immunity to jellyfish stings. I was counting on that not being the case for my captors. I flung the gelatinous creature at Aphrodite’s face, hoping to temporarily blind her, but my aim was off and it landed in her mouth just as she inhaled.
I knew from sad experience that man-o-war venom in your esophagus will burn the air you breathe, turning your lungs to fire, and making you doubt whether you will live long enough to get into spaces not built of agony. In other words, it was an effective distraction.
Aphrodite’s gun clattered to the floor and she soon followed it, gagging and coughing and clawing at her mouth. She drew Heinrich’s attention long enough for Svetlana to break free and somersault out of reach, gasping.
Should I take my chances and team up with Svetlana, or leave now, without a hug, and kiss my ass goodbye?
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