Gloamy Cleome woke up discombobulated. The sound of jazz music playing outside her window caused her to undulate beneath the light summer coverlet. A light but consistent hum bounced around the room. Peeking out from under her pillow she saw the plump little honey bee, no doubt flush with nectar, trying to escape the room it inadvertantly bumbled into. Staggering out of her comfy bed she went to the corner and got out her butterfly net, scooping up the bee on its next fly by. Leaning out the window, she released it. ‘Bee happy’ she whispered as it buzzed its way home.
~By Thea McGinnis