I impatiently burst through the opening of our stuffy home where we have been secluded for several long months and take in the fresh air. The sun shines so brightly and beautifully in my compound eyes. My yellow stripes gleam like sunlight, my black stripes dark as night. My name is Phoenix, and I’m a young female worker bee. Spring is almost over, and summer is making its move, filling the days with a welcoming warmth. As my antennae take …
Tag: Flash fiction
“1945” * Fiction * DC Diamondopolous
I first saw Teresa out my kitchen window back in 1928. Her father, a widower, had moved into our neighborhood. I was kneading dough when I looked up and watched the child glide her sled down a snowbank and slam into a tree. I ran across the street. “Are you hurt?” She scowled. “Mind your own beeswax.” I ignored her sass and asked if she would like a nice piece of hot homemade bread. She rubbed her bump with a …