The scrawny inspector lurked around the tram station, turning his
delicate head from left to right. His marble-like eyes were squinting
into the distance, searching for the next tram. He was eager to fine
someone. He paced back and forth, back and forth on his spindly legs.
It had been a while since he received a nifty bonus cheque. The tram
was approaching and he could sense today would be the day he would
get a bonus, he was impatient.
Anxious for a meal, the mosquito flew back and forth in the long but confined
tram. Her circular eyes spun around the humid vehicle. There were green chairs,
green poles and orange chairs in view. Onion bagels lurked somewhere within the
tram, however it was not bagels for which she was restless. Her wings smacked
against each other as she flew towards the tinted windows impatiently. Her eyes
looked keen and ready.
His arms like thin branches, waved to hail in the tram. He raised
his leg onto the tram, and stepped in. Standing straight and tall with
his shirt tucked tightly into his pants, he hovered enthusiastically
around the sweaty and nervous passengers as they saw him enter. As
the tram suddenly drove forward, he jerked backwards. His hand
clutched at the pole in front of him. His beady eyes scanned everyone,
from one end of the tram to the other end. The smell of rain and
sweat overwhelmed the cluttered tram. He could sense the fear as
some people twitched, and some moved quickly towards the door,
trying to escape from the inspector. He studied each person,
observing them from head to toe. He was not here for fun and games,
but here for a luxury at the end of the night. Some people didn’t
notice him, others pretended not to. The majority had their heads
down, fiddling with something in the palm of their hands. With
people packed up against each other, some thought they were
invisible, therefore safe from any fine.
She hovered above the people that seemed to slowly fill the tram. Her senses
were tingling, the smell of sweet sweat was satisfying. As the tram became more
and more crowded with the smell of body odour and minty gum, her wings
smacked together faster and faster, beating to the beat of every noise that was
made. Her beady eyes searched through the crowd, inspecting and sorting through
each and everyone. As people knocked themselves against each other by accident or
purpose, the mosquito was blood thirsty and having a whiff of everyone. Some
people slapped their ankles and arms in frustration of her presence, others didn’t
notice she was lingering
The mosquito would have to single out one person to be
her target, as this meal would have to last her a week.