Write about: the swarm.
With the apricot trees blossoming, Kat's parents have brought in the bees to do their pollinating magic. That means the orchard between our place and the garden is buzzing, pretty much constantly. It makes me a little nervous.
The playoffs opened up tonight, with Vancouver losing 4-2. Not the start I'd wished for, but hopefully they bounce back on Friday night.
Simon and Beth sat in their car, holding hands in a silence that did not extend beyond their vehicle's interior. They tried to remain motionless in order to avoid drawing attention to themselves, but each would regularly give in to the temptation to turn around and check for successful invaders.
Outside the buzzing seemed to increase in volume, its unending vibration never quite fading to the background. The bees were much too large and menacing for that.
Every few minutes one would slam into the windshield or a side window, as though they were seeking a weak spot in the couple's fortress. Simon kept hoping they would give up and move on to easier targets, but Beth knew better. Stranded at the side of a rural road in the middle of nowhere, there was no easier prey to be found for miles in every direction.
The car had run out of gas, as they knew it eventually would - any gas stations that hadn't already been abandoned were stocked with attendants that wouldn't risk coming outside for any sum of cash.
They'd just hoped the gas tank would outlast the bees interest in them. If only they'd been so lucky.