![]() You have three seconds to get your buzzing, eusocial, exoskeletons outta here. Hear me, Vespula? Fly home, grab your larvae, and get the hell outta Dodge. My finger's on the trigger. You're gonna get foamed. Wait...stop…Guys? Just joking! By the way—love the jackets. Yellow's the new black! OUCH, CRAP... Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-Word Flash Fiction Friday October 22, 2021
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