Plague

We locusts have been planning this trip, plotting the course. You are expecting us. Wingless nymphs and swarms of elders descend in excitement. We are unwelcome. This is a surprise.

Burgundy stained fingertips dot ten plagues onto Seder plates and the children’s locust finger puppets dance in the candlelight. Amen.







Jennifer Fliss is a New York raised, Wisconsin schooled, Seattle based writer. Her writing has appeared in The Citron Review, Brain Child Magazine, and elsewhere. When not writing, she can be found running, practicing yoga, reading, trying to keep up with her toddler, and occasionally swinging on the flying trapeze.

You can see more of her work in 50/50