A breach in the black column

They were busily working to and fro in the sunshine. It was a thick column in black, going without anything and returning loaded with food and other stuff. Suddenly, a black shadow and then the black column had a breach, rapidly filled by more ants, after the cyclist went past.

The unborn army

Yes, my father died before meeting my mother at university. I am one of those thousands of unborn guys. A stupid insane man entered his classroom at high school and murdered seven students, my father among them. He never gave me either a present or played both of us together.