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.”