Monday, 23 June 2008

Short story

خل الهوى خله لغيري وغيركImage by ツ خله على كيفه via FlickrThe day the bees came back, they came in peace. The first of us they encountered was a boy of 14, who panicked, too young to have seen one before, and by chance swatted one of the creatures dead.

They took it as a token of hostility, and who could blame them?

We never got a third chance.

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