Phlegm

He cleared the phlegm from his throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight it is my great honer to…ahem…” he paused, coughing wetly into his handkerchief, “excuse me… It is my great hono…hon,” the coughing overtook him in great choking gasps. He reached for the wastebasket, spitting a great gob of black mucous into it, the size of his hand. What was happening? His stomach turned slightly but he reminded himself he was onstage and took a few great gasps of air in an attempt to recover.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we… Aaalllghhhggghhh…”

The audience gasped as a thick black plug of mucous projected forcibly from his mouth. He choked violently, turning red, then purple and finally falling on the floor, dead, while the black mucous continued to escape from his mouth. It spread itself on the floor in a puddle around him… A moving puddle… A dangerously alive, moving puddle. It slipped from the stage and broke apart, climbing easily up legs and slipping into… whatever orifice it could reach first.

Its time had finally come and it would not be stopped.

Originally published for Instagram’s Cringeworthy Writing Challenge July 2019, Day 1 “phlegm”