Everyone has at least one moment in the sun. Iaso was enjoying one of hers sitting outside on a hot afternoon during a particularly warm summer. I am a solar panel she mused, storing up this warmth and energy for the dark days to come. Just then, a buzzing sound approached her and as she began to open one eye, the heavy black buzzing thing landed on her cheek bone and she felt it pierce the skin there.
WOAH !!!! Iaso's moment ended just as she leapt up and swatted the thing from her. It flew away lazily, the largest, blackest bee-type creature she'd never encountered before.
Infront of the mirror, Iaso took some tweezers and pulled it's sting from her cheek, but with insufficient care in her panic, so leaving some of it embedded.
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She moved through the hospital's atrium as if through a dream. The Four Tops were playing I'll Be There somewhere up in the higher eschalons of the tall building, her mind logging it for later, for now she must make her way to the accident department.
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Yet it was not an accident. Iaso has time to think as she sits upright, eyes closed, waiting for the medic to assess her throbbing cheek. Something had come to attack me. In the midst of my moment in the sun.
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Years later, Iaso draws the black, fuzzy being in her notebook, writes carefully, in pencil, so it reads like a whisper; some things come from the outside, some from within, and some come from within to the outside and come again until we recognise them. And Iaso gives the sketch the title ; Bee. - Messenger.
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