White, it is. Shimmering. Teeth like knives. Slicing, macerating, engulfing me, piece by piece, the unswallowed part still wriggling. Ah, such a sad end for a worm who spent all her genderless life as a he. Subsumed by slime. Gobbled on the quiet. One soft body enveloped by another. Black into white. The same old story.
Know this. Be ready for them when they come. Like any other army it slithers forward on its hungy stomach. Silent, clever, Welsh - the first of its kind. Ysbryda. A paucity of vowels and a generosity of spit. A bigger mouthful than I was.
It's been a long time since I last tried one of these (a story in exactly 101 words). Thanks to Debra Hamel who alerted me to this story about the newly-discovered flesh-eating slug which provided the inspiration.