Friday Fictioneers – The Biter Gets Bit


Johnny Tinkerman was a pest. His girlfriend Susie Butterworth had a lot to put up with.

“Hee Hee” chuckled Johnny as he kept a firm eye on the wasp. It had been buzzing around for a while, stubbornly refusing the freedom offered by the open window. Johnny was glad.

“Here waspy” pleaded Johnny as he dribbled sticky jam onto Susie’s arm.

“Johnny, what you doin? Gerroff!” screamed Susie.

“Hee Hee…Ouch….waahhhhh” wailed Johnny as the sting punctured his skin.

Wasps at the Appleweed Kindergarten much preferred bare necks to strawberry covered arms. Johnny was only four. He would learn.

This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.

48 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Biter Gets Bit

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Thanks Penny. Made a conscious effort to try something a bit different today. No death just a wasp sting. Intrigued to see what people think.

  1. Jan Brown

    Little boys show affection in the strangest ways. In fourth grade, the new boy in school walked home with me, hitting my arm the whole way. I told my dad about it; he laughed and told me the boy must like me! He was right. We were boyfriend and girlfriend for the next five years–but no more hitting, only hugging. 🙂

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Glad to hear the assault on your arm was a one off! Thanks for sharing those memories. You’re right, Johnny trying to get the wasp to sting Susie was a sign of affection, sort of 🙂

    1. paulmclem Post author

      A good name saves you umpteen words of description. You just know what someone is like, and possibly what they look like, from a good name. Thanks for commenting!

    1. paulmclem Post author

      If this had been one of my recent stories he may in fact have dropped dead on the spot. Took a time out from dying this week. Happy you liked it! Took a risk with this story but it seems to have been well received.


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