Friday Fictioneers-Best Beware the Sting

wasp-nest

copyright-Janet Webb

“Why does it burn?”

“You’re allergic to their poison, child.”

Mommy coated my arm with baking soda and water to temper the fierce itch of the wasp’s sting. My heart raced as we saw the skin expand before our eyes. Mommy did what she could, but nothing prepared her for the closing of my throat and bluing of my already pale skin.

“Breathe Rachel, breathe!”

I did not respond. My breathing ceased and rapid heartbeat slowed. There was no fear for me, merely resignation to my fate. Death from a simple sting upon my young flesh.

Head bent, mommy wept.

100 words (genre: general fiction)

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