BEES IN THE AIR

The bees in the air buzzed louder that afternoon. Audibly angry. The shovelling of the soil had stirred the hive; somehow. The gravediggers dug two graves that day. The first had to be filled back in; they’d dug his grave in the wrong place. My mother caught the error around noon. They had to start again in the hot sun. Shovelling the hot…

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