The Bee’s Ignorance

A 55 word short story about a bee that didn't listen

I hate being small. Humans are so… daunting. As I fly idle they dance around, moving side to side, irritating me. My mother gave only this advice – never retaliate. So I didn’t. One day, as I was returning home a small plump one caught me. I panicked. I retaliated. And now I lack a thorax.