Honey
There are bees trapped into the walls of an abandoned home. There are ghosts trapped in the attic, swaying to their hum. There are flies trapped on a glue strip, beating their wings in anger. There’s a girl in the kitchen, trying to release them. She pulls the flies’ transparent wings—they come off in her fingers. She kicks open the attic door—the ghosts fade to the corners. She takes a hammer to the drywall—bees thicken the air, swirling towards the attic, sticking in the glue. The girl reaches through wall, touches her fingers to her lips.
Photo Credit: Marco Verch
Very descriptive. I love bees and honey!