Gargleblaster: Never Again the Flowers

The gas was poison. It whispered in through the walls, paralyzing them in their flower-filled dreams.
The final blow, when it came, was swift, leaving the mud-grey hive in fractured pieces on the sand, its papery layers fluttering in the hot breeze.

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21 thoughts on “Gargleblaster: Never Again the Flowers

  1. Sorry Silver, but Imma go on Team Human for this round… Tennessee has kinda traumatised me of flying buggers that sting. Ever got stung by a hornet? Count yourself lucky. It hurts. Like hell.
    Apart for my slight contempt for wasps, I liked this a lot. Great take on the prompt!

  2. Great job! I love the “flower-filled dreams” also. And the connection you make to the prompt with your title, to remind us that this is about more than one poisoned hive.

    On a side note, my husband just dismantled an abandoned beehive that was inside a birdhouse…amazing structure, like layers of homemade pulpy paper.

    • Thank you for your wonderful comment. I’m thrilled you picked up on the meaning behind the title, too 🙂

      We actually had a wasp nest at the cottage in Maine and, though we had to get rid of the nest, I couldn’t help feeling a bit bad for the wasps – and appreciating the beauty of the structure.

    • Thanks for stopping by and letting me know what you got out of it. I was aiming to create a sense of both at the same time – I’m glad you picked up on it!

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