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The Waggle Dance

Doing the waggle on icy roads

Joan lived on the thirteenth floor. You could feel the tower block swaying. However what worried me the most, was that Joan believed she was a queen bee. She told me that she was just waiting for some worker bees to fly past on a warm day. I found myself wondering how high do bees fly. I found myself suggesting as it was snowing, she might accompany me to a warm hospital bed, where she could hibernate until spring arrived. Then she asked me would I be one of her worker bees. I found myself dancing the waggle dance…

Photo prompt for this flash story was provided by Anne Higa
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  1. Dear Michael,

    It sounds like this queen bee could be very convincing no matter how delusional.



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