Flash Friday Fiction


Photo courtesy of Janet Webb

Word Count: 100

Sweet Surrender

To the untrained eye, it was a honeycomb. The chambers, used by the honey bee to store amber sweetness, were merely a poor replica, made from paper.  Wasps, you see, once lived here, hatching their offspring.  Abandoned now, it is a hollow cast off, waiting for the river to carry it away.

I see all this at a glance, pondering the usefulness of this knowledge now; wrestling on a precipice of my own making.  One foot in the river, I let go, drawn into the channel like the paper wasp’s nest. Empty, alone, caving in on myself, spinning slowly downstream.

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© Erin Leary

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