The boy watched his father standing by the sea on the pebble beach. The sun shone in the clear sky, the water shimmered in the breeze. He prodded at the stones with his toe. Beneath them he saw a small, brown object. He picked it up. Pieces flaked away when he picked at the structure. As he held it up to get a closer look, a dead wasp fell from it.

His father turned and approached him. He smiled and put his arm round his son.

‘A wasp’s nest.’ his father said.

They walked along the beach together. The boy decided to take the wasp’s nest to his sister’s grave to share it with her.

© Janet Webb

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details here). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

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46 responses to “A WASP’S NEST”

  1. Such a peaceful scene between father and son, and then the sad twist. I didn’t see it coming either. Still, it is a lovely scene, full of love despite the loss.

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  2. I assume the boy was quite young and innocent. Interesting parallel between the dead wasp and his sister. Somehow, I think she would be pleased at his willingness to share his new find.

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  3. […] Iain lives in Scotland and is an editor of Television programmes including working with the BBC on programmes such as the Olympics 2012 and programmes on Cbeebies, CBBC, BBC4 and BBC1 (The weakest link – wonder if he edited the show I was on?). He also writes fiction on his blog and features book and film reviews, photography and artwork. Here is some Flash Fiction that Iain posted recently.  https://iainkellywriting.wordpress.com/2016/08/17/a-wasps-nest/ […]


  4. A touching story. The closeness between father and son is beautifully shown, as is the boy’s desire to share his find with his dead sister. Sad


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