The story of a jackknifed insecticide truck was followed by a subdued remark about the disappearances. Replacing the gas cap, the attendant gestured toward the half dozen dusty cars parked behind the galvanized chain link fence. Scenting synchronicity in a potential environmental catastrophe and his arrival, Solomon scanned the neighboring lot in the rearview mirror before probing for details. Following his intuitive sensitivity for connecting disparate subjects, this lead contained critical elements of journalistic success. Toxic compounds fed public fear, fatal crashes snared national newsfeeds and the tabloids loved a mystery.
Over a friendly beer, the state agricultural lab employee told him about anomalous oversized cavities found in the long bones of deceased local livestock. The formation of such elongated nucleate cells called lacuna was inexplicable. Solomon opened the car and stepped into the afternoon heat, caught a taste of the lingering chemical miasma. Alongside the scorched asphalt a thick gash split the soft flesh of the earth. Nudging the wet putrescent mass, he was unprepared for the gigantic grotesquely barbed insectile claw stabbing out of the monstrous oscitation and clamping around his ankle.
He didn’t scream until antenna crested raw dirt and the glittering black gaze fell on him.
Campaign Challenge #2 Rules:
No more than 200 words in length.
Must include imago in the title.
Must include these words: miasma, lacuna, oscitate and synchronicity.
May also reference mirror.