A Violent Attack

 

It seemed, in every aspect, a normal summer's day. The sun hung like a huge golden egg yolk in a flawless cerulean sky. The earth felt warm, and assorted floral notes melted together in a honeyed symphony. The atmosphere held the vibrant buzz of life as youngsters chased between the beautifully tended garden and their humble dwelling.

 

Inside, the mood was less carefree. New to the neighbourhood, this extended family had met only with hostility, and disrespect for their way of life. The adults sensed the hatred towards them harboured imminent danger.

 

Shadows shortened and the temperature crept steadily upward; the neighbours would soon be out, brandishing their intolerance. The youngsters retreated, staying indoors to shelter from the guaranteed abuse and violence. The end of normality came with a strange chemical smell which rapidly concentrated, robbing their home of oxygen. Choking and burning they fought to escape, to find relief in the open air. Blinded and overcome by fumes, one by one, they ceased fighting, ceased breathing and ceased to exist.

 

The wasp's nest hung in silence, a lifeless memorial to its community.

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