Each week she posts a photographic prompt for inspiration and the challenge is to write a story using no more than 140 characters or words.
As an extra challenge, a word is offered for inclusion and this week’s word is expedient.
Below is this week's photo followed by my offering.
The frog waited patiently then flicked out its long, sticky tongue. It gulped and the fly was gone. Then the heron struck. Life is cruel!
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Felicity believed all life was sacred and allowed the creatures in her garden to share the bounty of nature. There was enough for all. The birds were grateful for the caterpillars, slugs and snails, and the fish varied their diet with things beneath and above the water. Dragonflies, those predatory survivors of prehistory, sped through the warm summer air, snapping up slower, less fortunate insects. Even wasps she didn’t mind, so long as they didn’t threaten to sting her.
The one thing she could not tolerate were flies. She hated the way they buzzed around her head and how they blundered into the lamps at night. Flies carried disease and although it was contrary to everything she believed, it was expedient that they were eradicated.
Swatting them improved her reflexes and helped her to become a champion tennis player.