PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

“Your mother can’t get downstairs. She says there’s something on the banister looking at her funny.”
Gerry pulled a slowworm from his trousers and a disgruntled snake from his jacket. Sludge and Sylvia were safe.
He went to investigate. “That’s Kafka, my locust. He’s looking at her funny because he has compound eyes. You see…”
“Skip the optometry lecture, please.”
“Dad, the football’s starting, it clashes with mum’s soap; you sure you want it sorted just yet?”
A bellow boomed from above, “If you have thoughts of eating tonight, squash that bug!”
Dad smiled, “Tempting son, but we’d better cooperate.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.