Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Prompt: Honey


A drop of sweet-sticky gold on the center of my tongue, melting, dissolving, spreading to the corners of my mouth.

It’s my reward and it’s my chain. The honey is laden with complex alkaloids, synthesized endogenously by a new caste of a rapidly growing subspecies of apis mellifera, the Western Honeybee.

A hive of which nests in my walls. I don’t dream of taking any exterminatory action – that would cut off my ready supply of the honey.

Whatever had caused their decline, the so-called Colony Collapse Disorder, the honeybee had adapted to survive.

And oh, does it feel nice.

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