A Deadly Foe

Danny crouched rigidly next to the body as he watched intently at the deadly wasp scavenging the carcass. A little step closer, his sketcher shoe stuttering against the dirt - the wasp stilling its movement. The young boy felt the sun boil his skin - each hair stood up in anticipation like soldiers ready to scram, and a droplet of sweat cooled his red face. His tongue rolls out like a puffing dog to wet his dry lips - and he raises his armed hand to his foe.

​ "Daniel!" he hears in the distance, and suddenly, the wasp is gone.