
A traumatic memory from my not-so-distant past. Brother’s over for dinner. His husband’s over for dinner, too. Thomas cooked a lovely meal and then…
Bee. Buzzing around my head. Leaves, comes back, leaves, comes back.
I pause, wait for it to leave. But every time I try to take a bite, it comes back.
You want me to eat? I can’t even keep my cool. This bee’s short circuted my rbain.
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