worlds abound -- a short stories and fiction podcast

As with anything enjoyable, there is always a dark lining hanging around the silver cloud. In this trip's case, it has been sandflies. Sandflies ... evil. Evil, evil, evil little buggers that they are! Evil, unrelenting and insidious. And I have been their principle victim. Whereas Ian is unscathed and Aidan lightly dined upon, I'm covered in bites and welts. I look like a plague carrier in a pair of shorts, and trying to resist the urge to scratch myself all over is becoming increasingly difficult, not to mention embarrrassing in public.