Friday, February 26, 2010

A Suspenseful Phone Call


He picked up the phone and said, “Hello”…. but there was only silence on the other end. A feeling of foreboding crept through every inch of his body. His knees shook uncontrollably; his lips quivered. His hands became numb, so much so that he dropped the banana he was holding. Wait, that was a banana and not a phone? No wonder no one was talking on the other end!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Not the Bees!


The death of a bee by the loss of stinger is one of the most bittersweet in nature. Death is cold and dark, but they die knowing they protected their queen. They are at peace. That is why I like to whisper to bees that stung me, "I am still up and running, and I am going to kill your queen and steal your honey." Bees that sting me don't deserve tranquility on their death beds. Stings hurt.