“I wonder how the ants are doing,” I said expectedly, taking big strides toward the Science room. My son followed closely behind. It was getting late as the bell that signified the start of the school day would ring any moment.
My son tugged at my shirt sleeve. Normally, I would have abhorred it because I needed my personal space, thank you very much. However, something about the way he appealed to me made me stop in my tracks.
I scrutinised the ants. One two three four. All worker ants accounted for.
My heart stood still.
To my shock, the queen ant was gone.
Pangs of dismay flooded through my body as I subconsciously controlled my breathing, wanting to get my bearings back.
The queen ant was gone. The bell rang. I hastily put honey inside the container, took a picture of the four surviving ants, and scurried out of the lab.
The bell rang, and with it, my ordeal. I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the throbbing pain in my heart. I had to face the world.
Bedtime Story #6
“I wonder how the ants are doing,” I said expectedly, taking big strides toward the Science room. My son followed closely behind. It was getting late as the bell that signified the start of the school day would ring any moment.
My son tugged at my shirt sleeve. Normally, I would have abhorred it because I needed my personal space, thank you very much. However, something about the way he appealed to me made me stop in my tracks.
I scrutinised the ants. One two three four. All worker ants accounted for.
My heart stood still.
To my shock, the queen ant was gone.
Pangs of dismay flooded through my body as I subconsciously controlled my breathing, wanting to get my bearings back.
The queen ant was gone. The bell rang. I hastily put honey inside the container, took a picture of the four surviving ants, and scurried out of the lab.
The bell rang, and with it, my ordeal.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the throbbing pain in my heart. I had to face the world.