Flash Fiction: NYC Apartment Hunt

“Well, here’s the room you’ll be staying in if you move in with us,” the place was 10×10, a cramped hallway-sized chamber slotted into a miniature apartment.  It looked like an accident.

She continued: “And this is my roommate.”

“That is…literally a swarm of insects writhing over each other,” though it was vaguely humanoid in shape, the thousands of carapaces grinding against themselves gave it a distinctly inhuman presence.

“Yeah, well, he pays rent on time and I don’t discriminate based on appearances.”  She leered at me, her face tight with a look of disgust and consternation.

“Yeah,” the swarm of crawling insects chirped, “you fucking racist.”

I did not end up moving into that particular apartment.

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