It Was a Sunny Day

It was a sunny day, mid-July, the heat seeping softly down into his bones, out there in the back yard where the grass meets the woods, just ambling around, looking at the shrubs and flowers, when a mosquito landed silently on his arm. It was small and black, and he watched it settle among the hairs just up from the wrist. Then, he felt a slight prick as the proboscis went into his skin, and he stared as the mosquito began to plump up. That's when he smacked it, flatening the mosquito in that one bright, red drop of his blood, out there in the early afternoon sun.