Sam watched his family, unnoticed from his perch outside the kitchen. He could see the dad giving the boy advice and the mom fixing their dinner. He loved these people. He had lived with them his whole life and he would never do anything to harm them. Obviously they didn’t feel the same way about him and it broke his heart. When he saw the Pest Control van parked out front he knew what he had to do.
Sam sent word to a cousin down south and packed his bags. Without saying goodbye he left the only home he had ever known.
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
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Is Sam the insect? I wasn’t sure
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Yes.
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Sorry to be dumb
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Oh my..I do not think you are dumb!
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That tugged at my heart-strings. And I’m not one for insects either.
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I know…poor guy 😉
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Poor little fellow, that was so sad.
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Oh I know…he’s such a sensitive little guy. 😉
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Oh, Dawn, this is so good. What a creative take on the prompt.
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Thanks Sandra.
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What a sad story. How could they?
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Right? lol
Thanks for stopping by.
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Quite easily!
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Dear Dawn,
Imaginative story. Somehow I could see Woody Allen in the role of Sam.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Haha, now that you mention it, I see it too!
Thanks Rochelle.
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Oh poor bug. 😢 Great take on the prompt 😊
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Thanks
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Poor little guy. I liked how Sam got attached to this family who was so oblivious to his feelings of them. Good story!
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Thank you
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Sad story indeed. Ironically, the pictured grasshopper is sometimes eaten in its native region, so his relationship with an Indian family would have been shorter and a lot more intimate!
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Aaahh..wish I had known that I would have written a hunting story. lol
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Poor Sam. Hopefully he’s learned not to trust humans anymore, they’ll always let him down. Nice take.
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Thanks Lain.
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That is so terribly sad. I too thought of the insect as a pet, but gave him a happier ending.
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I’ll be sure and check your story out when I get to them over the weekend.
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Poor Sam, I am glad he saw it coming. Nice take on the prompt. A different perspective is sometimes all we need.
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Well, that is certainly tire. http://www.telegraph.Thank you.
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Aw, poor Sam. Puts me in mind of the Boll Weevil song–just a-lookin’ for a home 🙂
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IDK that song…I’ll have to look it up.
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Old Southern folk song. Shouldn’t be hard to google it.
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I got it!
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Haha…found it!
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An insect with a heart! You conveyed the feeling of sad betrayal nicely Dawn, and such an original twist on the prompt 🙂
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Thanks Lynn, especially for calling it “original” because when I was witting this I was thinking there would be a dozen stories from the bugs perspective and that it wasn’t very original at all.
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My pleasure. A good read Dawn 🙂
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What a fun take on the prompt! Poor little guy. At least he had somewhere else to go.
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Thanks Alicia.
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Knowing that one is not loved as much as one loves is a terrible thing. One can only wish him luck, the poor thing…
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P.S. The lack of care from the family and the fact that the tale was prompted by the image of a bug, made me think of “The Metamorphosis”, by Kafka.
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I’ll have to look that up. Thanks.
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I think mine was more Kafkaesque.
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I don’t know if I agree with that. In your story the narrator is dreaming and wakes up to find out that things are pretty much okay. There might be some family issues going on in his mind, hence the dream. But in Dawn’s story, I can feel how unappreciated the narrator feels–they are ready to kill him–he is so fed up that he is ready to flee. I know Dawn’s story doesn’t quite suggest that the narrator was a human that changed into a bug, but the fact that he believes that he should have a place with the family–and that they reject him so callously–is what makes me think of the life and demise of poor Gregor.
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I’m intrigued! Thanks for the comments
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Do let me know how you like it, Dawn! 🙂
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Poor Sam. I hope he finds a nice new home with his cousin down south. A sweet story, Dawn. 🙂
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Thank you
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Aw! I hope he’s more appreciated wherever he finds himself next.
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Yes, poor little Sam, me too. Thanks Rommy.
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Poor Sam. He’s gross but I feel for him 🙂
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LOL… Thank you Mandi
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good for sam to be able to escape on time.
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Thank you
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Really good!
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Thank you
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Oh no, poor Sam 😦
I’m glad he got away though, I was thinking he might end up squished.
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LOL,,he probably will before this week is over!
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Aw that was so sad! Very clever
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Thank you Laurie
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Five stars for originality. Loved the POV.
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Thank you Neel.
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Your bug’s perspective is unlike the other bug perspectives! You made us feel sad for the poor fellow… Lovely!
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Thanks Dale.
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Oh poor thing!
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Right? 😦
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Awww. This is why I always scoop up bugs and put them outside. You just never know! 🙂
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Awww…you are so sweet!
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Aw, poor Sam, facing that horrible realization that “his family” doesn’t feel the same about him. It’s always hard to learn who your friends aren’t. I’m glad he got away in time!
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Yes, it is, thanks Joy.
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Poor Sam. You had me going there, Dawn. You know sometimes I feel pretty bad about bugs after I squash them. My son always rescues them though. I guess he didn’t get that from me. 🙂
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I love the defiance of gender norms, as many people think guys should kill bugs. Personally I avoid squishing them, and don’t like having to do it for others.
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What a kind soul!
I might want to save this guy but a spider …squash ’em! Every time!
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Just like The Littlest Hobo…(sort of) – Love it
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Thank you
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Well, unlike in mine, at least Sam escaped, rather than finding himself on the bottom of a shoe with 1,000,000 times his weight pressing on him, helplessly squirming as life is pressed out of him.
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Spoiler alert! lol
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Aah, that’s so sad. And clever – You’ve made me feel sorry for an insect!
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Thnaks Liz
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I have probably broken the hearts of many vertebrates in my life…
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LOL
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That’s such a sweet take on the prompt. The loyal, loving, insect house-guest.
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Thank you
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Poor Sam, the rejection is heartbreaking. I like this as a nice little story but also it can be read as a bit of a metaphor where Sam represents those unfortunates that society just won’t let in and turns its back on. Nice work Dawn.
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Thanks Michael
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Poor Sam. This made me feel sorry for an insect… well done!
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Thank you
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Aw, the poor critter. There he goes and adopts these people and then they want to kill him. Some people just don’t have hearts… fun and sweet story, Dawn. I love it.
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Thanks Gah
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Oh dear, that’s really sad. I’m glad he was a super-intelligent bug and recognised that his moments were numbered and that he must escape fast.
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Yes, he did have that going for him 😉
Thanks Sarah.
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Sad, well written story. I wonder if the family would’ve changed their mind if they knew how Sam felt about them.
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Good question!
Thanks for stopping by.
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Dawn, I. LOVE. THIS!! So clever, funny, and still touching. Just love this one.
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Thanks Dawn
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