fff#83

my flash fiction friday #83; trigger: origin story.

littlefrog sit up tall, craning she head, trying to make sense of new surroundings. the damp leaves even more intoxicating close, going straight to she senses as she take a moment to breathe after the exertion of reaching up on top them. they have a essence of something she never know before, something besides their leaf-ness. she still except for deep quick breaths as she scan for signs of movement. then she feel the vibrations. something big. plenty bigger than she. coming she way, fast for something so big.
a second later she under the top leaf, quivering, trying to shallow breathing and still she trembling throat. whatever coming, massive. the whole world shaking as it reach right up and she can’t peep all of it because it plenty taller than where she jump up to reach the leaves. it stop right in front of she but still moving on spot, vibrating everything under she tense bamsee and the leaf hiding she. she want desperately to leap from between the leaves back down to the ground to quickly, quietly, blend in and hop away but don’t know what this creature doing and where it looking, plus scared she could get crush. fear keep she shivering under the top leaf; she feel sheself secrete and before she could even understand what happening to she little body, what tiny glands could do, the pile of leaves fly up and land in something dank+wet but not like any wet she ever know before, starting with scent.
sensitive skin sense is not just water. she skin could feelsmell plenty brand new things, wet, kinna like where feel like home, but thicker, oilier. and not smooth force; slick, but gritty, somehow; things in things. and plenty different essence she never know before. like where feel like home but earthier, and more powerful, somehow, more…potent…
she don’t understand but it already don’t matter.
essences penetrate, permeate, pervade, infiltrate, invade, occupy, overrun…
littlefrog don’t understand but it already don’t matter. littlefrog is become…
suddenly sitting up in the iron pot in the sink, bamsee soaking in a floral musk, faucet jooking she centre-spine, jooking-board at she lowerback, confused…then suddenly full understanding of she own existence, what was and what is now and the shock she mustbe cause the ancient man facing she…then suddenly awareness of she now-human nakedness and what that could cause…then suddenly wondering what it was this obeahman was trying to do when a little frog fall in the mix…suddenly realising she shouldn’t stay to find out.
she struggle out the sink, push past the oldman and start to run, for the 1st time ever, pelting across the yard on new limbs thinking about running faster, and about where to go, about how big+wide this world is and how she never know before and almost never even know. so many thoughts; littlefrog woulda never know. and she running and wanting to run faster fasterfaster and then suddenly she feel a kinna way she only ever feel once before, just now, moments ago in the iron pot in the sink when she become…
suddenly, ocelot, speeding, into the night…

walk good.