PLOP. The wasp plunges from the heavens into Maria’s glass of cider, right in front of our eyes. After the shock and giggles evaporate, she disappears for a fresh pint while I watch the insect wrestling against its own frothy demise. Aeons seem to pass, then . . . a-HA! I fish out a nail file and catapult the wretch into the air like a cannonball. It lands on the table, soggy and stunned, but soon regains strength to flit thanklessly away before Maria returns. “Oh… where did it go?” she asks, gaping at the pool of fizz left in its wake.
Vicki Leigh is a UK-based writer whose work is featured or shortlisted by Anthology, Comma Press, Fusilli Flash Fiction, and Globe Soup.