Be Careful What You Wish For
Terrance stopped, breathless.
‘You’re not going to wet yourself, are you?”
Of course Susan grinned, disarming any passive aggressive overtones.
He’d ignore her. ‘It’s unique.’
‘When were termites unique?’
‘Yeah, yeah.’ She walked past, leaving him to follow. ‘What’s first? Break one open and see what the little critters are doing?’
It was his consuming obsession, understanding termites; she was delighted to see his desire and panic compete for space on his forehead. ‘Joking,’ she added and stroked the mound.
When the smoke cleared they were no longer alone. A large pink termite floated above them. ‘Hi! I’m your genie du jour. What’s the wish going to be today?’
Susan grasped the absurdity first. ‘We want to see inside.’
‘You sure? Okay!’
Another, bang, more smoke and they were looking at a rough hewn corridor. Coming towards them were two termites, only these were the same size as Terrance and Susan.
The first termite, oddly speaking English, said, ‘What do we have here?’
The second replied, ‘Lunch?’
And one of Terrance’s questions was answered. Termites laugh.
Based on this week’s prompt from flash!friday