Description
Regina waved the bee from her face and watched it circle around her in a dizzy path. When she could no longer see it, she ran to the lilac bush and shook it. The last bee had been hovering among the great purple clusters and had fled when she had touched it. Perhaps there would be another one to shoo away if she looked at each purple mass. Carefully she separated the blossoms with her hands and peered into the shadows. There were no more bees, only the scent of the flowers.
Recommended Citation
Haviland, Rosemary
(1944)
"When The Apple Trees Blossom,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 12
:
Iss.
4
, Article 11.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol12/iss4/11
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