For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #100, where we write about this photo from artbyrandy at Morguefile.
It was a the middle of summer’s, and Andy was glad to have escaped the city for the day.
For his mom’s seventieth birthday, then had decided to spend the day together, and she had chosen the Rubio Gardens, about forty miles out of the city. Andy remembered going there a few times, as a child, but… it must have been two decades…
As they strolled along the pathway, Andy could hear the sound of music, and as they rounded the bend, he saw a well-manicured pond. Beside the pond was the source of the music, a bearded man strumming a guitar. Then he smelled the incense. As he watched, the man picked up a bunch of flowers. And drew a figure-of-eight in the air. He put the flowers down again and resumed playing. As he and his mom admired the pond, a few minutes later, he saw the man repeat the action.
The man’s actions were clearly deliberate, and Andy was perplexed.
The next time the man stopped, Andy pounced. “Excuse me”, he called. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what are you doing?”. A thick country accent answered him – he was certainly not from around these parts,
“I’m the Wasp Whisperer”, the man said.
Andy was taken aback. “The w-w-w-what?”
“I charms the wasps away, I strum on this guitar, that charms them. Then I wafts these fresh-cut flowers about the place… They catch the incense as well, and… well, I’m not sure why, but they goes all quiet, like. This place pays me, keep some of the wasps away from the people eating their lunch.” He gestured toward a wall, and Andy could hear cutlery on the other side.
“These country folk”, thought Andy, “I’ll never figure them out.”
Mister Bump 
Wasp whisperer! Bee-have!
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don’t you mean bee hive? 🤣
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😂😂Now why Didn’t Dauphy think of that!
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I bet he did. Did you say something to annoy jim?
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I wouldn’t dare. He’s the boss!
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Now that’s a new one!
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hee-hee. But I bet we’d all like one!
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haha I like this little tale! 🙂
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know any good wasp-whisperers?
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No, but I’d like to meet one. Interesting job he has. 🙂
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If he knows away of keeping seagulls away, I could use him in my local park so I can eat my sandwich without it getting snatched from my hand! Nice one.
My Flash!
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A gun? 🤣
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A wasp whisperer, eh? I have a wasps nest in my backyard. Do you have his number by any chance?
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If you have a problem, if no-one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire… the wasp whisperer 🤣
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What a great idea: a wasp whisperer is a dream come true! I love your story. I noticed we had chosen the same name for our main character. What a coincidence.!
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Yes, weird. Dunno why, just picked it at random. The name of the gardens, however, was based on the name of the cat, who was sitting beside me as I wrote!
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