Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Today's #flashfiction Number 210,101

 “We have ways of making you talk.”
Jim Henson* #quote

CJ's probably going to come over for the weekend so that'll most likely be funtastic. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Number 210,101

         Rain flooded the anthill where little Number 210,101(as the queen named her) the worker ant lived. The nest survived the flood but the waters dragged Number 210,101 away, far, far away. So far a miracle or two must have let her survive. When the flood water receded she found herself on a blade of grass in a vast field. Not a thing in her little ant sight. The flood water flushed out any scents. It also washed away all the previous sensory commands. Any smells she received from other ants, gone. All the tiniest bits of dirt from her nest washed away. Number 210,101 only had herself and the blade of grass.
         For the first time she didn't have anything to-do. Work-sleep. The life of an ant. The water dazed her. Could she recognize the queen? Surely she could. No, when she half-drowned some of the few brain cells in her body were damaged and the things she would need to identify the queen were gone.
        She was an ant with only herself. Number 210,101 then thought of a human word it overheard while stealing from a picnic. Something the ant-language didn't really have. “I”. Ants always called each other by “that ant” or “this ant” or by their name. She came up with an ant way to express “I” in the ant language.

        Then Number 210,101 said to herself all alone on that blade of grass with no one to tell her what to do, “I want to go that way.”

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