Honeybees

Finding Him...

    I'm heavily breathing, smirking. Leaning my back against the rusted, wooded barn door. I was finding him in a game of hide and go seek. The barn was lit with candles and the black smoke was taken into my lungs. I'm heavily breathing... then I gasp. His hands grabbed my shoulders and his menacing voice said, "I got you".

    The smoke faded away as I stared into the candle.. the memory in my mind. Where was he? He's lost, I'm lost. The hot wax sunk into my rusted skin as I spun a wick into the melting substance. I watched out the barn window were he usually would be standing, but ever since he said he had "travels" to go on, that window was empty

The how wax dribbled onto my pinkie. "Ow!" I exclaimed. Then it set and I just started down at it as if the white wax was his other pinkie wrapped around mine. I stood up in the barn, and busted open the doors. The thunderstorm clouds were rolling in and I knew, I was going to find him.