Scribbling on bees

September 22nd, 2007

The first night after the bees disappeared she walked outside, nightgowned and barefoot, and found herself among the abandoned hives. She stood motionless in the midst of branches and metal stems rendered alien by the moonlight, waiting for the first few stings. The air was cold and smelled of jasmine and honeysuckle.

The second night, she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, seeing in the dark blue surface the letters of the newspaper article she had read. She lay there until the sun rose, arms and legs outstretched on her starched white sheets, and thought of fruits that never ripened, dry wheat fields, unborn children.

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…Hmmm.

Would have finished this is not for AOM, haha. I should leave the house so I can write.

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