flash fiction practise #1: [untitled]

i never thought much of bees.

sara did though. she planted flowers for them in the window box outside her apartment, liked to watch them as they ducked into the lilies and zinnias.

i asked her what she thought of the bee movie once and she gave me one of those looks that said go to hell but also don’t stop talking. please; the silence is killing me slowly. or maybe i was too busy looking at myself reflected in her to really notice.

but now she’s gone and the bees are rattling in my skull.