The Wasps

by James Edwards-Smallbone

We tried to warn them. Dear God how we tried to warn them but our voices are soft and they did not hear.

We painted ourselves yellow to catch the glint of the sun, so that they would see us and pay us heed. They did not.

We drew near to them, we screamed in their ears and dazzled their eyes but they swatted us away.

We stole their sustenance. Forgive us; we had to draw their gaze. We stole their sustenance; we martyred our bodies upon their food. They called us thieves and pests, and despised us.

We struck them, in our desperation we struck them with our lances.  They cursed us then. They trapped us and poisoned us. Drowned us and smashed our bodies to chunks. They hated us.

But they did not listen.

And so they do not know what is coming.

James Edwards-Smallbone has odd thoughts. Sometimes he writes them down.

  1. #1 by jennypellett on September 1, 2017 - 8:10 am

    I love this! Having just been stung by one of the little blighters I’m now seeing things from a totally new perspective…

  2. #2 by Sarah Dawkins on September 3, 2017 - 9:34 am

    This story has definitely had an effect on me! Yesterday a wasp was following me around and I just wondered.

  3. #3 by pblog13 on September 4, 2017 - 3:06 pm

    Nice! Unexpected, and that suggestion of a sting in the tail …

  4. #4 by Kathryn Smith on September 21, 2017 - 2:27 pm

    A clever reversal….a delight

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