The Horror of the Night

The horror of the night I had rented a room in the town of Puerto Lemon in wonderful Costa Rica. I was going to have an affair with stewardesses but since the crew came from one of the ty gossiping little coastal towns in Norway, we had to be discreet. From the darkness of the night and into the light in the room, flew a wonderful insect. It was made of gold and the size of a cockroach, the unsightly insect that once had been human but had committed a grave sin and in his anger God had turned them shuddering ugly creatures. Out of the cracks in the floorboard burly ants came attacked and ate the golden beauty. It only took a few minutes then they disappeared back to their hiding places. I awoke the woman who was fast asleep, we walked back to the ship, she first, I took longer. Needed a drink at the nearest bar to overcome the horror I had witnessed.