100-Word Fiction: ‘Ash Wednesday’

It is here. Which means it is too late. Who knows whether we could have resisted it? Ten cases of the disease are already local to us. It is in the hedgerows and the woodlands, brought by visitors, carried on the wind. The infection spreads, stains appear, the flesh wilts and limbs crack and split. The scientists have isolated diseased samples in labs. The government says eradicating it could cost tens of millions of pounds. In austerity, it sends a shiver. But these are our ash trees and the ecosystems they support are our lives. They must live. Or else?

100-Word Fiction: ‘For the Buzz’

They say we are social creatures but I do not feel that to be the case. I have been working alone. It has been some time since I was home. Oh but…

I heard reports. You could hardly fail to hear. It was disease maybe, or chemical warfare. Whole colonies wiped out. No one cares about us.

My parents are long gone but I was not prepared for this. Our numbers fewer by the month. Our whole livelihood in collapse.

What to do? They say you get once chance to sting something proper and then it’s all over.

I’m ready.