Bob’s Diary: A tough morning out in October.

Sunday Morning and we were brought on a walk! This meant a lot of hills, running and puffing. The first two applied to Ellie and the last bit to me. I find it tough going now, to walk up and down hills but there is always a benefit after exercising.

My sleep is full of dreams but I keep dreaming I am attached to Ellie. I wonder why?

Hisilicon K3

Hisilicon K3

The Dance

He watched from the shadows, studying her, relishing her discomfort.  Time stretched on, he smiled. It felt sweet to witness her fear about being let down. This was the first time he was late to meet her. He inched his way forward. With a sudden burst the last few feet were covered in a rush of thundering footsteps.

The sound sent her spinning about. Panic fled, relief flooded her face as she said, “Oh it’s only you.” Then Karen continued. “Sorry, Joe, I didn’t mean it that way. You gave me such a fright. I was miles away.”

“Somewhere nice?” His teasing tone prompted an answer.

Karen’s smile reached her eyes and lit up her whole face. The transformation was immediate. She changed from being ordinary to extraordinary.

It had drawn Joe to her. Her quiet beauty and his secret game. But she didn’t know about it yet. He would reveal all at the right moment. A tingle of anticipation shot through him.

He remembered vividly the first time they met. His orchestrated loud sneeze interrupted her battle with the many bags containing her afternoons shopping. With a loud clatter they dropped to the floor. He had been apologetic and kind, quick to pick them up.

Conversation had been light and easy. Before she knew it Karen had impulsively agreed to go for a coffee with him. He was well aware of his powers of persuasion and suspected that her usual answer to sudden invitations was a stiff thank you followed quickly by a soft refusal.

However, she later confessed, she was tired of feeling lost, a nobody in a vast swirling pool of people that was the city. His invitation had been like a breath of fresh air, changing everything.

Karen said, “I was thinking of how much we have in common. It is really remarkable to find someone who has the same interests and views on life.”

Joe looked into her eyes searching for some indication of suspicion. What he saw made him relax. “It was fate.  Do you agree?  I mean, why else would you have said yes to coffee with a complete stranger so quickly?”

“How could I refuse a handsome knight?” She smiled tentatively.

The truth was Joe had planned everything from the start. He had caught her at a moment when her defenses were down. He imagined her life was tedious and she longed to have the bravery to step outside her box. He wondered if she had been tempted to end the boredom everything swiftly and cleanly.  He hoped not, he had other plans for her….

Horace has a hard day.

Only five hundred and fifty five more sacks of nectar to collect and I’m winner of the collector of the week, Horace thought as he paused for a break.

It was hot. Humid and hot, not two of his favorite words but work was work and families had mouths and they needed to be fed.

He paused and with a neat flick his straw-like tongue zipped outwards and got …nada… zilch…nothing.

Again, it can’t be happening again. Oh gosh, that’s the third time today. I’m overworked, I’m finished I won’t make the top of the pollen charts today or tomorrow. I must be ill. As he ranted and raved, he paused,  the other insects around him were mostly bees or the odd horsefly, but he could have sworn he heard a giggle. He looked around no one appeared to be watching him.

“Oh god, its worse than I thought, I’m going cuckoo, mad, batty.” He shuddered – he hated bats.

Horace considered his options. To return home now would be to admit total and utter defeat.  “I’m not a quitter, ” he muttered. “I’ll move on to the next plant and try once more.”

As he took off, he noticed that taking off was becoming harder and harder. I feel as though I am gaining weight. Must go back to  Moving and Meditating Classes, they did me good the last time.

He landed with a thump and gave himself a minute. He closed his eyes and pictured a calm scene. Night time and his bed.

Meanwhile Lolita ladybug had unattached herself from him and was busy collecting nectar. She hummed as she worked. Moths were famous for being less than clever but today she had hit the jackpot. So far she had robbed him of six sacks of nectar and if she played her cards right he would even give her a ride back home.

The air fizzled. She looked up and noticed he had one eye open. Humming stopped and she became one with the stem of the plant. Hoping was all she had now unless he was exceptionally stupid….

Flash fiction piece inspired by this photo on Dragonfly Photography’s blog page.