TUESDAY FUN TIME WITH LEXASTORIES
I watch the ant as it sways under the weight of it’s fallen colleague. Had he been stomped on or died from exposure to the blood-freezing weather? I wonder.
I figure the fallen soldier had to be a he or could be the ant’s wife dead from severe stove burns. I chuckle at my mischievous thoughts and my facial expressions morph into a wry smile. Tickling the corners of my lips to align with my thoughts. Stretching forth my leather-clad feet I go for the kill splattering both ants against their wooden path.
“There, I just made your burden light.” I pull on a satisfactory smile. I hate ’em ants anyway. Strutting about in my sugar container and having a feast I never invited them to. I hiss and walk away from the murder scene.
I wonder if they would seal off the path as a crime scene and mount soldiers on the lookout for the psycho that killed a husband going to bury his wife or a soldier bringing home a fallen soldier. Perhaps they will scurry away into hiding from the scare.
A wave of guilt nudge me in the gut but disappears in a flash and in its place a wicked grin dwell. Again, I let myself wonder what epitaph would befit the poor ant whose mournful life I had just ended.
In loving memory of Antrope.
A loving husband who died in the line of duty.
I chuckle again at the height of my mischievous thoughts.
Now, is this me writing a dirge for an ant or am I just going bonkers?
Dare not choose the later or you might suffer the same fate as the ant.
It’s that Ant Story that has kept me on edge. Do you also have an Ant Story to tell? Tell it in the comment section.
Have a fun week guys and be kind out there even to them ants😂