Lost – Small Piece of Payback
By Mystic
March 15th 2006
He had nightmares about frogs. Sitting in an oversized palm, slowly squished, insides oozing from the cracks between fingers. When he heard them, he found them, carried them deep into the jungle. He made them a new home, sticky with honey so insects stayed close.
But the nightmares didn't stop.
He emerged from his tent, stretching in the cool morning air. He stalked over to the sound of light snoring, his face set in a frown. Kicking roughly, he heard the man shout before looking at him, confused.
Hurley inhaled, planted his feet and muttered, "That was from the frog."
Finis
