Yesterday's and today's. I'm just going to play catch up for a while and get us up to where we ought to be. Tomorrow's the 25th and I've only got twenty two posted, counting these.
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“Lookit all them bugs,” said Grigor, pointing to the pointing to a buzzing cloud near a sporadically-lit streetlights. He reached into his pockets for his tobacco pouch.
“Those ain’t just moths and such,” Grigor went on. “Those are glow-bees.”
“Glow-bees?”
“Ayuh. Just like reg’lar bees collect nectar to make honey, glow-bees is the ones that make the light and fills up the streetlights.”
“But what do they collect? And why?”
Grigor lit his hand-rolled. “One o’ life’s mysteries.” He flicked the match out into the night. Something intercepted it in midair. The tiny glow winked out.
Overhead, the light flared.
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DP FICTION #120B: “In His Image” by R. Haven
5 days ago
3 comments:
I really like this one. What a fascinating image.
The bees or the shimmering pollen?
I decided I'd try doing one of my "striking image and not much else" stories with a character to frame it. It worked better, but it was a lot harder to get the image described thoroughly within the demands of maintaining even the skeleton of a narrative.
The bees. Well, the whole set up, actually. There are such natural correspondences between honey/light and hive/lamp, but I'd never thought about them. Nicely done.
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