[100 days of 100 words] 83/100 Ant field report [Or, There Might Be Something Wrong With Me]

Day 4. We were about to abandon this post as too hostile when the food source appeared. We located three separate stockpiles when we sent our scouts out. Couldn’t believe our luck. Workers have been out in shifts since then, reconning and recovering the supplies.

Day 5. Since late yesterday, troops sluggish. They’re getting disoriented, and many have fallen on the trail. Queen pleased with our find, but seems distracted. Possible she has fallen ill; her guards won’t say.

Day 6. My shell feels thin, stretched. Trail harder to scent. All are sick.

A trap? Is site hostile after all?

[100 days of 100 words] 84/100 Jack

I can’t help it. When her hair falls over her eye like that, just on the one side – I can’t help it. I know I’m staring, and I can only hope that she doesn’t look up just now. I take the opportunity to drink her in, sitting at her desk, her eyelids just a little darker than her skin, her lips moving softly as she whispers small frustrations to herself, looking for something in her desk. The little worried wrinkle between her eyebrows. I feel myself almost sweating. Ridiculous. It’s January. If she looks up right now, I’m done for.