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.