Gavin watched, disbelieving, as a flower uprooted itself, ran to him, and spat a sickly-smelling liquid over him. His skin itched, and hundreds of small pustules appeared, a tiny foetal form curled within each one.
A voice tinkled in the air. "Protect the host.”
Golden mist enveloped him.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there, paralysed. Days? Months? Time moves differently in their world.
The pustules all erupted together, the air filling with fledgling fairies.
A voice tinkled in the air. "Consume the host."
"Oh fuck," he whispered, as hundreds of heads turned towards him, their teeth-filled mouths gaping.
Author bio: Shannon Bell is addicted to words. You will find him madly writing away in the spare time he has available between holding down a full-time job, being part of a dysfunctional family and looking after his attention seeking dog. His stories have been published in Dark Edifice, Short & Twisted, 101 Fiction and strippedlit500. You can follow Shannon on Twitter at @ShannonBell1967.
Spawn is part of 101 Fiction issue 19.
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