apis mellifera
honey bee
I REMEMBER HIM in pieces. Faded memories blurred into third grade gardens and geography quizzes and chalk-dust stains lingering on bare feet. A glance across the classroom, a whisper hanging silently between wide eyes and a knowing smile. Do you remember me?
It comes in fragments, all the fairytale stories and dress-up plays and flower petals scattered across the sky. I used to wish for infinities as I played hide-and-seek, sought a forever while peering through the looking glass.
With him, I remember everything.
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Past Tense
General FictionKira Nguyen saw her childhood through watercolored eyes, her memories blending together to create fairytales and dress-up plays and songs dancing across the sky. Matty Connell felt his childhood was made up of discarded puzzle piece-like memories t...
