Here is how Keith explains it. “Using this photo (below)as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; and either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithkreates@channing.fr before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t work.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or website, next Monday.”
The photo
The Dance by John W. Howell © 2016
“There I felt it again.”
“Come on. I’m telling you there are no ants here.”
“Then why do I feel them on my neck?”
“I think you’re imagining them. It may be that stop at the ant farm has gotten to you.”
“What are you stomping on over there?”
“Oh, nothing. I’m doing a little folk dance is all.”
“Who’s folk are you dancing for?”
“Ananda sweetheart what is that boy doing?”
“He says he’s doing a folk dance mama. I think he is trying to stomp on the ants that are all over here.”
“Yes. One landed on my mouth. I can still feel it.”
“Can we leave this place?”
“I thought we were going to have a picnic?”
“How can we with all these insects.”
“Correction dear. These are ants.”
“How can we with all these ants?”
“I do believe it is written that the first major ingredient for a picnic is ants. You father is holding the cooler, and I imagine it is getting heavy about now.”
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It seems all the ingredients are there now. Let the picnic begin.
Hugs
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Ha ha ha. Thanks, David. 😀
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If awards were to be had, surely this entry would win the prized cup for “incredibly funny and ingenious”… Thanks for always brightening the morn! 🙂
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You are so welcome, Gwen. Thanks for the bright note this morning. 🙂
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Don’t worry. The inevitable rain will take care of the ants once things are settled.
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Around here they know how to swim. 🙂
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If only people knew what you were going to write about them, John – they might become camera shy! This was a good way to start my day.
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So true. I just take em as I sees em. Thanks, Dan
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Try a winter picnic. If you dress correctly, they’re great.
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Ha ha ha. I can see it now. “Honey, chip me off some lemonade will you?”
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That could work. We had many a picnic as a kid out on the ice, because my dad liked ice fishing. Usually involved cheese and crackers, a tin of smoked oysters, sometimes a thermos full of chili. No ants though. Blackberry brandy seemed to be popular too. Never thought of popsicles, but they wouldn’t melt.
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We used to ice fish in Michigan. We had a shanty and it was warm inside. We made hot chocolate (on the heater) and had sandwiches.
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Sounds more fun than what we had. We got open air, a lawnchair and sunburn.
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Was it 20 below zero?
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Occasionally. The lowest temp I remember was 40 below.
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Woo! I would have to stay inside for sure.
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Good one, John! Ugh…I can’t stand ants. This summer I finally discovered a way to get rid of them…Terro stakes around your foundation. These worked better than any professional pest sprays. Sorry to advertise, but they’re the best if you find your home invaded.
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Thanks, Jill. Good advice. 🙂
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Good one! Another fabulous Tuesday share, but I want to know what kind of ants they are– fire or army? Whatever the case, even black ants would have me OUT of there.
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They are carpenter ants. Didn’t you see their little equipment belts and bandannas.
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😀 😀 I need to polish my glasses more often. 😛
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I’d have never thought to go with ants and a picnic after looking at this photo, John. Guess that’s what makes this challenge so much fun!!
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Yes. You can count on me taking some weird detour. Thanks, Debbie. 🙂
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This hits home with a recent ant invasion in our kitchen. I like the bit of rain we got, but it always drives the little buggers inside…
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You would think they would learn how to swim. We used to get that in California. 🙂
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I agree, what’s a picnic without ants? Pretty boring, I’m sure! Great story, John!
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Gotta have em. Thanks, John
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Ants and nats..good times.
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Yes. I lobe the ants that get in your eyes.
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Ouch!
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Ment to say love the gnats that get in your eyes
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I meant to say gnats, but my attempt at typing via phone proved autocorrect knew better. We’re both off the hook.
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Ha ha ha. Yup.
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Rather ants than wasps or, heaven forbid, hornets! Besides, I am told that ants, properly chocolate-coated, are delicious.
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Hmmm. I’ll let someone else have the chocolate coated ants. 🙂
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Yeah. I’ve only been told it. I know I enjoy a good curry, but ants have a different kind of bite!
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I would say. Reminds me of Hong Kong. I was there on Father’s day and attended a curry brunch at the Jockey club. Quite a shock.
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