Open me (A micro-post)

Such is the quality of bees... (Tolstoy

I am not sure where I grabbed that quote above, but it prompted a micro about a woman who dies by way of a bee sting at her local market. I am dipping my toe into the morbid micro pool I suppose because my heart is reaching towards Fall and Halloween.

Actually, I think the idea came when I was watering my little garden, and a couple of fat bees loomed nearby. I’d realized that I’d never been stung by a bee as much as I’ve been around them? Wondered how my body at 52 would react to a bee sting? Would I hive out? Would it hurt horribly? Would I even feel it?

I guess a bee sting in a garden was too ordinary and because I’ve seen flies, a moth, even a bird, at the grocery store, why not a bee? And so a story was born.

But of course it is not just about bees. It is about illness, understanding, friends, well bad friends, and of course, BEES.