Death By a Honeybee
“ I was never one for being resentful of other people’s success. I wished them well. Days later, the trees were in glorious fall foliage as I returned home from the Farmers’ Market. Last spring’s foals were prancing in well-mowed fields as I drove past horse farms on Tates Creek Road. A shy pileated woodpecker, winging through the sky, was a rare sight. I followed her flight until she was out of sight. Turning into my rutted driveway, I stopped at the mailbox only to find anothe...r one of those dreadful letters, again from Richmond. I carefully opened the envelope, quickly reading it. I gasped. Feeling lightheaded, I struggled to open the van door. The slick paper slipped through my fingers, the world became a wall of darkness . . . and I slid into it. 16 I opened my eyes to see Matt looming above my face. His severe expression caused me to squeak like a mouse. “Where am I?” I croaked, struggling to sit up. My voice was hoarse.MoreLess
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