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.

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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