The Sweet Life
The air was filled with delicious smells and the sounds of nightmares. The Hive was in port, that wandering ship of bees the size of Shetland ponies.
“Where’s your brother?” Mom asked. We watched through the slats of the blinds as two drones buzzed by, tattooed and addled on mead.
I shrugged.
“Your uncle ran away with the bees,” Mom murmured. “Came back with hair dyed black and yellow and a stinger wound from an apiary fight.”
“I’ll go find Harry for you,” I said. “Make sure he’s safe.” Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to visit the Hive myself.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
He’ll tell it to the bees
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Yep 🙂
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I have a feeling that is the last we will hear from him for some time to come.
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Maybe. The next installment will be him coming home from sea, just like his uncle maybe. Thanks for reading, Violet. 🙂
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Loved the thought of bees the size of Shetland ponies. That’s a keeper.
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Thank you, Sandra. I like the thought more than the reality, I think. I hope you’re doing well these days.
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“Oh honey…”
Almost literally, in this case.
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haha, nice. That’s what the mom will say when the narrator decides to run away with the bees. 🙂
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Dear David,
I’ll bet some great honey will come from bees that size. If they’re indeed honey bees. 😉 Keep that quirky imagination working overtime.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I was picturing honey bees, but I guess at that size, they are whatever you want to imagine. 🙂
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Love the idea of bees the size of Shetland Ponies. 🙂
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I don’t know if I’d like to meet one, unless I could ride on it or have it for a pet.
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That made me grin big time.
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quite unique take…
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Thank you, Nandini. I appreciate your reading it.
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Into the Hive and across the ocean to Apiaryland. An intriguing tale, David.
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Thanks, Keith. Glad you liked it.
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this was wel written and on a side note -it reminded me of a recent news story about a man who was mowing some grass in Austin TX and mowed over a bee hive – and he ended up dying from it!
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Oof, yeah, that sounds bad. I’m sure the bees down in the south are fierce too.
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https://people.com/texas-man-killed-swarm-bees-while-mowing-his-lawn-11737292
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This was so good from bees the size of shetland ponies and tattooed and addled on mead. Very intriguing.
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Thanks! It was fun to write.
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oooo. It sounds like the draw of The Hive is inevitable. Great take on the prompt.
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Thanks, Alicia. It’s that hypnotic buzzing that just draws people in maybe. 🙂
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I wonder if the honey is just as sweet?Never mind me, just musing…
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I would think so, but I guess we have to just decide for ourselves.
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