Over at Murphy and Stanley's place it is last Friday of the month story day... click to read more!!!
Normally I use a photo to prompt my stories and this is no exception; but we are also given a sentence by M&S which we have to highlight in the story.This month it is
"THE HARDER I TRIED TO GET IT OFF ME…."
Hamish stopped and stood rigid.
'What is it?!' whispered Whittle by his side, with some degree of urgency.
'Hyoo Mon', Hamish hissed back, 'noo haud yer wheesht afore he catches sight o' oon!'
Whittle wriggled. All this making like monuments was fine and dandy until those soldier ants decided to join the party. They were beginning to nibble his toes and other parts he'd rather not think about. He risked a little twist of his head so he could get a better view of the hyoo mon.
'These ants are eating me alive; if we don't move soon they'll have stripped all the leaves and maybe a skin cell or ten...' at which point Whittle gave a great leap, causing the hyoo man to stop and raise his looking tubes. 'Don't you think it would be better if we moved? He is so small that if we moved towards him I am sure he would run and then we can shift off this ants nest...'
'Dinny be brash lad; yon hyoo mon is likely to go telling tales about jungle dogs and dino-weasles and the next thing ye ken it'll be all machetes and machine saws round here and there would be nothing left to camouflage oorselves with!'
Whittle jumped again. 'Now whit?!'
'A monster ant! The harder I tried to get it off me the more it dug in...look at this welt!!!'
'Och, haud yer voice doon lad or I'll hand you over to yon hyoo mon masel.' Hamish glared at his sidekick without even turning his head. That sideways glance that only a TerROARier can give. Whittle the dino-weasel solidified beneath that stare. Another minute in their time was twenty of the hyoo mon's. He'd surely be gone by then.
(c) Yamini Ali MacLean 2014.
This is a re-write of one I made earlier.... yes one of the recycles from the defunct My Take Too bloggy.