Short Story - Necrobrew
"They're here," Berenice breathed, hand resting comfortably on Karla's shoulder. The delivery van backed up to the white house they had prepared for the vulture bees, and Berenice was beside herself. She shifted from foot to foot, the events of the day before making no dent in the apiarist in her. The driver got out with a tablet and walked over to them. "Who's signing?" "That'd be me," Berenice said. With a smile, the driver handed over the tablet that was actually full of bees." "Beautiful....
