Bee Strong, Keep Telling Myself that it Won’t Take Long…

This was when Alpha B began to regret the command he gave to the all-powerful Engine.

Though he knew what would happen, he tried to pick up the remote, only for it to melt into the familiar orange-gold liquid he had so recently thought he couldn’t get ’nough o’. After a hoarse sigh, he tried to shake the honey off his hands, but ’twas just as hopeless as he expected.

So he sat there with the autumnal cold creeping into his nerves, causing his wings to shiver. That paralysis — to know you were doomed, & there was nothing you could do but sit & wait for your consequences.


fortune, honey, disease