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#vss365 Sting

  • Writer: Victoria Collins
    Victoria Collins
  • Jan 29
  • 1 min read

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He lay on the floor, wheezing. Angry hives spread over his body; the purulent sting still fresh in his cheek. She stood over him with the lipstick-stained shirt.

"You've stung me for the last time."

She turned calmly, crushing the remains of the bee as she walked away.


Victoria Collins

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