He leapt up

Another prompt from a Dean Writers Circle workshop, stolen for my FaceBook prompts.

He leapt up
The picnic had been going well, until –
‘Ouch!’ Peter leapt up. His high-pitched squeal made Elaine jump up too.
‘What? What?’ she cried.
Peter rubbed his backside through his summer shorts. ‘Something bit me,’ he grumbled.

Elaine peered at the vacated spot where the rug heaved like a mini storm at sea. She frowned. ‘Oh no. We’re picnicking on an ants nest – bullants I’m guessing.’ She glanced up...