That summer smelled like burning ants.
“C’mon, give your old man a hug,” he said, struggling to sit up straight amongst white sheets. I could feel his bones when I wrapped my arms around his tired body.
The ants squirmed under my magnifying class, but I was a merciless god.
Regina Solomond is a writer from Wexford, Pennsylvania. She is inspired by the oddities of the world and the strange people living in it.
I didn’t understand, well written but what were the ants all about? Sorry don’t get me wrong just trying to understand?
No problem, I’m happy to explain! Maybe other people never experienced this, but when I was growing up, my brothers would use magnifying glasses to burn ants on the cement (which I thought was cruel but that’s that). In this story, the narrator burns ants in order to feel as if he has a bit of control over life. Hope this helped!