Tell the Bees

By Casey Jarmes

It was a lonely night, until it wasn’t.

The being appeared in the sky, so massive it hid the stars, so bright it was blinding. With hundreds of wings, bigger than countries. Colossal eyes covered its golden skin.

We stared up, every doubt of a higher power obliterated. The being spoke, in a language we’d never heard but at once understood. It spoke only eight words, but with that one brief message, we knew everything and yet nothing.

Your god is dead. You have my condolences.

It never returned. Since that time, we’ve been alone. Worse off, as we now knew.