My anger over yesterday's argument with you slipped from memory when I felt the first of the two hundred bee stings, each tiny jab another burst of brilliant pain, and each little attack another reminder to watch where I'm walking.
Your little story leaves a strong impression. Two hundred bee stings? Each another reminder? To forget yesterday's argument and watch where you're going? Enjoyed reading it. And I like the title.
Your little story leaves a strong impression. Two hundred bee stings? Each another reminder? To forget yesterday's argument and watch where you're going? Enjoyed reading it. And I like the title.