Angie came running in with her prisoner trapped inside the jar.
‘Look what I got, Mum.’ Mum was too busy scrubbing dust out of the clothes.
‘Look what I caught, Dad.’ Dad was too busy in the barn, shoeing the horse.
Angie sat on the stoop.
‘Not one of them is interested.’ She watched the insect frantically buzzing in the jar. It was a shame to keep it cooped up. She unscrewed the lid and watched it fly away.
That evening they watched helplessly as the droning black cloud swarmed over their crops.
He came back with his friends, Angie thought.
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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