1st Day Trip

by Edward James

A most successful fist trip.

Until the killer bees attacked. Swarms as deep as the ocean the sky turned black as a dark shadow cast upon the ground. Panic was our only remorse every man for him self. Diving into the water was the only escape, the sound of screams even reaching my ear as a dampened echo. Safety was an illusion bees came in to the water like shooting bullets, lungs crying out for air but knowing in my heart to do so would be my last breath. The world blacking out around me what a way to go. On the point of drowning it was ending the bees where moving on. Sweet relief of air, climbing up seeing the desecration of my surroundings i moved on, not looking back, trying to forget.

or that’s how i think it happened it was a while ago i may have gotten a few things muddled up