On September 21st another awesome meeting was had with the incredible Ink Slingers Guild. We did two 5-minute exercises and here are mine!
“Why are you using Rid?” he asked as he shoved a third cookie into his mouth.
“It gets rid of the ants,” I said as I tucked the spray bottle beneath the kitchen sink. I took a sip of tea before I started wiping down the counters. There was flour everywhere. Baking was so messy.
Shawn grabbed a fourth cookie. I gave him a look.
“Leave some for the trolls,” I said, “that’s who they’re for after all.”
He gave a muffled acknowledgement before his eyes bulged slightly. He swallowed and gasped. “What is in these things? I think I might be allergic.”
“Seriously? Can you repeat that because I think you must be joking. I thought your iron stomach could handle anything.”
Shawn doubled over, resting his face on the flour covered counter before sliding to the floor.
“Are you allergic to Rid?” I asked.
The threat is in honey,” Martin said seriously. “If we don’t stop using it, the bees may go elsewhere.”
“Martin, please,” I chastised, “there is no way it’s a honey issue. After all the research and testing we’ve done, it’s the atmosphere that poses the largest problem to continuation of mankind.”
“I think it’s the stupid people,” Mona muttered to herself. I shot her a dark look and she shrugged.
“What mischief is going on in here?” Hess said as he breezed in the doorway of the small planetary land ship.
I quickly put my shoulders back and smiled. He met my gaze but they passed by and settled on Mona. He wasn’t even paying attention. I cringed inside. I have the worst taste. That is my taste doesn’t taste back. Mona finally looked up and scowled. That only made Hess smiled more broadly. I shuffled out of the room. I had work to do. Important things. Very important things.