Four and Twenty
January 6, 2011 in Reflections
When she goes down to the parking lot to smoke a cigarette, a huge black bumblebee comes to hover over her lidless coffee cup, then veers straight at her face and she steps back fast out of its way. It’s flying in frantic circles, and its wingspan seems larger than normal. It lacks that pudgy baby look of the usual big black bumblebee, so much so that she begins to think maybe it isn’t a bee at all, but an impossibly tiny hummingbird, or maybe an even more impossibly tiny blackbird.
