Death of a Mosquito

DEATH OF A MOSQUITO Kind of a party, a get-together for friends, Free wheeling, snacking here and there - You know how it goes. Warm afternoon - moist - ideal weather: Some of the guys had already dropped in, More had said they were coming Just before the rain; There was a real buzz in the air In the crowded kitchen. She was a pretty woman, gentle-faced, quiet. I had been after her all afternoon - A touch on her arm, a nibble of her neck - Seems I went too far - you know. A rolled-up newspaper appeared in her hand. It came down on my head. The whack of the smack Was the last thing I heard. ..................................................