The Mechanism

Courtesy the National Gallery of Art. Public domain.

But his horror—1 that made his teeth chatter e’en mo’ harshly than usual—began when he felt the sharp worm begin piercing into his back, wiggling & digging itchily.

Then mo’ came, & spread ‘long his back. No matter how much he tried to squeeze ‘way, the unfamiliar mechanism—the 1 that snatched him in 1 second when he wasn’t looking—held him back.

Then he felt alien noises right up to his ear, soft like tides but deep like caves.

Then, for 1 second, the mechanism let him go, & he bolted ‘way & ne’er came back.

Prompt:

Chipmunk, Index, Massage